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Looking at 
All this rappers Iv been eating 
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly

I’m a shot (short) caller 
It’s like I’m on the phone with

and they ghost ride
Go hide when they roll by
It's either this side or no side
We on this side
Either this side or no side
We on this side
It's either this

Go time, hah, what time is it
Showtime
What time is it
Go time
Yo, what time is it, for real
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

We grow old, but imma stick

Here We Go Again

Poor Righteous Teachers

Black Business

1993

raise a toast?
To our dopeness
Boy, follow we
They beg us do the knowledge g?
This be such a sight to see
It's PRT once more

{DJ Shaheed - scratching}

1: Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich, are we a pair 
Me here at last on the ground 
You in mid-air 
Send in the clowns 

Isn't it bliss, don't you

this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?

By suckin' their

Class Of Deja

D Double E

Class of Deja

2019

with it
No man, I stick Lillies with it
Grown man on some kiddy business
I do rapper and BAFTA shit
Like Bushkin, can't take away my classics kid
If

No Service

Futuristic

As Seen on the Internet

2016

the beach
We can fuck in your Daddy's car
But don't Snapchat that
Mhm, I don't have to edit no pics to see yo' ass is fat
Mhm, let's head back

of overuse
Now I wear it nice and loose

Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, it's ubiquitous
Tell me, can you stick to this?
I'm on the brink

Like this ain't forever
And even through the pain
We can stay the same
We just gotta stick together (Yeaaah)
And this forever

I ain't been the same

of this weight woulda though I was lifting
Pull-up smart cus my niggas not tripping
Running from 12 we was jumping dem fences
I was raised by them glocks

Bitch I know I'm shit
Bet yo hoe want the dick
On the stage with some hoes
By the pole and it's lit brought my pole in this bitch
You can get smoked in

Paul Revere

Beastie Boys

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

a license to kill
I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

to space
Yeah then we shot him down
I got my niggas, hand never off the trigger
My niggas they ready to blow
I got one stick for these bitches ain't no sense

get a funnel attachment run up and siphon the gas
Douse it around then we go light the match
Igniting that like Iraq where Isis was fighting

bitches I run through
All these sticks like we from Japan
All these bricks kung fu

Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost

Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah, yeah)
I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things

Keepin It Gangsta [Remix; Bonus Track]

M.O.P.

Street Dreams

2003

clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase
(And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this)
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls

you
This for me
That right there might be forever

Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
I'm on these beats
With this heat fore the sun is up
Sum it up 
Sum it

they waiting in line wit the runs
 Lil brah nem just caught em a body for fun 
He said he gon run it up
They got run it 
Murder rate we got run it up
My

You not my man boy you not my dawg I catch a a vic then we letting it off
All of my shooters don't play by the law
But we sticking together we stay

I'm zoomin' by with no fear
You can't break my heart when it's all sheer
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can run off this high till next

minimum wage
Gettin that money we get it today
Stacking that money, we get it and pay
Runnin they shit and stick in they face
Tellin' my homie go sit in