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talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

Easley Branches grow from southeast to East Coast
Reach the west-coast the US our watershed I found Nemo
In a contaminated stream near a landfield
In my

Blood Type [Street mix]

Tragedy Khadafi

The Year of the Backslap

1999

power rule
I represent 2-5-to, God-You
Time zone, born alone, die alone
Yo I blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zone
Be the blind justice
Automatic gat

think that I’m done?
But here I come. Used to do it for fun, now I do this for funds

Hit the East Coast, West Coast.. everything between
What else you

Territory
For an ax, Scissors cloth cows, Two seed
Sacks, To keep, Colonies
Occupied, By, Europeans
As Dutch VOC, Hired hitmen, Japanese
To assassinate,

a Mickey Ds
It’s a Sunday morning under the Georgia sun
A black man named Ahmaud goes on a run
This run will be assaulted by two blasts of a gun
Running

collectively, took a vow
to never kill anotha brotha, word to ya motha
from the East Coast, to the Dine South, to the West Side
every time I get up on the mic,

it brick by brick. 

Don’t want to post for validation, y’all can take my flicks. 

An IUL, perform and put the tips in it. 

Chef Rardy it’s in

bitches by the twos in a group
White g fazo’s ran it up in a swoosh
I ain’t doing no math I’m subtracting my room
Tryna follow our whip we gone take em for

roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue 
Now forty-five, niggas bought em by the spot 
I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that

a vibe then I murder the beat
(Wait)
2 by 2 by 2
3 bitch 6 tits dick for you
I kill the pussy like murderous flu
Red pill blue pill I'll take two
I'm on my

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Queensbridge Finest

DJ Hotday Present Lost & Unreleased, Vol. 2

2007

power rule
I represent 2-5-to, God-You
Time zone, born alone, die alone
Yo I blaze any nigga wit chrome in my zone
Be the blind justice
Automatic gat

Rap Phenomenon

Method Man

Taste of Tical, Vol. 3

2007

shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze

Vachon
Take 'em to the country, triple my bomb
Triple H with the sledgehammer (ah)
Meet me with three shooters at the rec, that's Fed grammar (woo)
Two

and the biggest cars

And a rocket ship take you up to Mars
There's the east coast
Where you work all day and you play all night
And the west coast side with

I be seein' hella green, got these blues up in my face
I'm low-key, I be makin' hella money out the way
Swear to God, shit ain't easy, I could really

I'm the man!

Yo, that ain't right yo, well, anyway

By the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Gots many plus plenty string by string
I think I counts like

of my chair

And if you spend all your time looking for someone else
You'll never take the time to know yourself
East coast or the west you know

shoes, you wouldn't last for 2 days
Take 'em back, I been the man since Calvary Chapel school days nigga
Talkin' crackers and juice days nigga
Straight

Home of the marvel i love you 3000
This is our jam so lets shout this shit louder
Take up a cup and get drunk by the hour
If you from the burncity
Put it

ya better look me in the eyes I despise any weekness (take notes)

Verse 1

Yup, here we go west coast is in the buildin
La to oc you know me homie I’m

West coast droppin' the science
And girl you might be the finest
But I'm gonna treat that bitch like Don Imus
Nappy headed hoes! Oh, no apologies
Fuck

Doin' donuts in the coupe
I sit back and smoke the truth
Bury records buy the loot, by the loot
What it do
I stopped goin' for the two
I quit jumping

so they can take you seat 
I've been anticipating
My next move to place me next to moon
So i can shine 
Like the sun when the sky is blue and 
When