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We are the ones who kneel to the young with a 
Heart of gold to avoid being victimized by our sons
We be the ones trying to raise them into all man

that will kick does for several bags niggas 
My thrax niggas that when in doubt will always have a sack nigga
My trap niggas my skinny niggas who dont

marketing is mad alarming but my nifty crew
Is passin cats who wackin off to rap memes, Jiffy Lube
Their well-oiled machine might be coiled in the scene
But

sessions number two
Baby who the fuck are you
Yea Yea Yea
I just pulled up with the crew
Yea Yea Yea
Tell me baby what it do
Yea Yea Yea
Why you acting brand

the Country Boy who's making that sound
I'm the best of the best yea pound for pound
I go clip for clip bitch and round for round
I'm a lyrical beast without

(Sorry bout it)
Big lame, big shame, we don't know yo name (Who you is?)
Roll through, bring two, one fah you and you (You and you)
In my crew, shinobi

And to the people who don't see me as often
I'm sorry but trust me this is all gonna pay off
Talent beats trends
Maxedout
Yeah
Yeah
I said remember me forever
Hardest

call am, 'who dem be', 'who dem be?' Yes, who dem be. Introduce yourself now. Uh, yeah....My name is N.E.L.P...

Verse 1: Man, freeze, na my time to blow

my crew (YUP)
Where it's blood like a Piru (YUP)
Repping our set, fighting our blues
So don't be offended by me
I'm giving out good energy
No thug but

I Feel

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

B.G.:
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with the whole crew

Young Turk:
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me

a king
It's not that I don't have love for them
I've just got a life to live and it's not all about men
Out here judging people by their souls
Not by what

followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R

Intruder Alert

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

1999

Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch
	You get the phone
Get the phone
	You get the phone!
Get the goddamn phone!

beneath my arm oh, devil List at home she pulled out of breath I take half of my bad habits Gonna prove it if I could not bear To see that I'm doin' Know

people who love the lord, stand up
All ya know you're blessed, me want you just stand up
Come to the front, make the praises ride up
Call on mi crew and mi

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon

Degranation 
Verse 1:
Two little boys are walking alone,
Two little boys are searching their home, 
Two little lives are smashed in the fire
Two

Why You Hate the Game

Nas

Doctor's Advocate

2006

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high

is not immortal
Cuz she fucking with my gang and she fucking with my crew
Know I'm number 1 make me feel like number 2
Messin with my standards you

Never gotta flex but I got 'em like whoa
See me in stu', dude, high up in the dome
Cooking with a crew, who would've ever known
We would take it this

the corner like yeah I know ya wanna go twos on the chop
Get loose, get lucid as fuck in a room with your crew in a room with your dons

Stay back don't enter

Long Island's enigma
Can't name me a band
That's iller and sicker

Neighborhood crew
Never never never number two
Only number one
See us come they run

come
And get shut down
I'm about to hit 50 tracks in one year
All wire tell me who's shit's on now
Who's the Aus, this, sounds like that
Fuck that man im

crew
It's the Don ask about me who the fuck is you
Turn ya life right into a edit that shit a interlude
This shit BV televised
This shit breaking news