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whip
I still didn't talk on the shit that I did
I smoke on my demons I roll in my spliff

His windows not tinted his shit is on 50
We pullin' in bread

Yea
I knew you back from the jump
I knew that that was a front
I left the door open
I left them Hoes looking nosey
I left my Bitch in the back
She

U Can't Hurt Me Now

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

back
I rap like...(jibberish)
And it's still phat
This mothafucker tried to stab me in my love handle
So I blew his lights out like a fuckin' candle

I Hear Things Are Just as Bad Down in Lake Erie

The Broadways

Broken Star

1998

industry drifted lazily into space
But the fish are still dead in the water
And the machine starts up again at 8
And when the by-products of progress are

Show you made this
It's all good I don't need you by my side
It's all good I don't need you to like me
It's all good I don't need you on my side

to have a feature but my friends let me dry 
This new Devon boy, and ion fuckin' cry 
Ion need a mutha fucka in my damn crew 
Still head honcho, make

need, on my street,
Got me feeling unstoppable,
Dollar signs cloud vision,
Paranoia got me itch’n,
I need me a lil bitch to listen,
Grab me by the throat

what I know now 
That you were just a bitch that'd break my heart
Maybe I'd still be dumb enough just to play my part
'cause my mind these days is just

I'm so attracted to the damn dark
I said what I said, don't get it twisted
I'm still that young Ghillie, I know
Hit that bitch boy in the ring

Yeah,

it's
Strange we're a conflation of apes
And some divine interpretation of our place in shit 
Awaken bitch
Contemplate and blaze the spliff
Oscillate

from a bitch and you’re sprung
You keep flexin’ like
When the fuck you gon see that it’s dumb?
Bermuda Triangle, wildin’, glidin’ in silence
The screwed

you don’t know shit bout this hard life tryna play these games bitch ain’t even got her cards right eyes been open all night peep a op it’s on sight 
We

the race, we losin' momentum
Sedusa was slowin' me down, a victim of venom
Expensive taste, you can tell by the denim
Expensive taste, you can tell by my

want smoke, till we pop out Two trackhawks, might blast off with a tec on
This no rental,  I'm scoopin' his bitch
In the whip with the top off
Niggas

Might be a bitch in the morning so catch me at night time
Some of my friends think I'm moody but I think I'm just fine
I could be pissed but I'll act

peace an prosperity 
So much evil all we know in humanity 
Heart made of glass try not to damage me
Betrayed time after time still got my sanity
I get

Burn a fucking church till it's motherfucking dirt
Everybody in this place getting murked
Stand still or you gon get hurt
Laid to rest inside

Stalker of the Night

Mr. Shadow

The East Side's Most Wanted, Vol. 2

heat to snitches
In ditches I throw em
These bitches I show em
I'm sicker then a virus
When I slide this bomb
And blow em, apart
The cause be showin

Something sinister sit's in the corner
Ignore it if you want but
Remember that we warned ya
There in the basement, behind the furnace
Feeding on flaw

and put a knife in it
Only bitch I saw but still you thought it was an accident
I ain't even call these girls bitches until I saw them acting it
Lover boy

to me yeah they better have clearance
Internet thugs they don't show their appearance 
You lackin in heart I can tell by your spirit
Yeah
Hi bitch I'm

worse
But would you rather lose arguments or the first person first
I got alot in my tank still if you want this to work
Just to break up the curse
Swing

down, wait a minute
We know life a game of inches
I'm in the game, you stayed to scrimmage
I played the trenches you stayed on benches
No I don't brag no

how to remix it this shit exquisite
Trap smacking pull-up shop and revisit
That's how we get it cop a falcon turn that bitch to a chicken
A young