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race, Freddie Foxxx put that ox to they faces
And fuck your music is the basis
'Cause my shit hard, rip to the gods, say it, militia

can't ignore the time don't know what's in store it's fine
You tell me what's yours is mine I tell you what's mine is lost
Just like my mind, so if you

read. What's red is read.

So often I've been called the leather clad dad
Ridiculed by those who ought to forget
Well for once wearing my moustache

Swan Lake

Blackalicious

Solesides® Greatest Bumps

2000

from South Central 
Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential 
For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you 
Your style is kinda dry hope

shit
Mind gone
Deep thought
Different look
No girl
I’m single cause the trust fund only grow when I don’t gotta blow
You my favorite fantasy
I’m too high

the Love ain't real enough

I can feel ya heartbeats giving up
I'll be that part in particular

This is that medicine for your pain
I cannot promise to make

my team
I've been scrambling
Nickel plate and handgun
I call it Nick Cannon

Fuck the COs, POs, BOZOs
I get you and your amigos
Robbed by niggas who

you in the club putting on for these hoes every week
Your WCW is a natural born freak
I slid her my Action Bronson riding in a Jeep
I made your pigeon

caught by the pigs
Government kill you and lie to your kids
That's why I smoke weed I could never do cigs
Really a prophet with shrooms in my pocket
I'm

the celebration! 
This evening is pronounced in my memories by the amount of laughter and talking and pictures and trying to make up for lost time in one night. This

that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's

In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke

South Central Madness

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

HÄAGEN-DAZS/
 IT REALLY AIN'T NO BIG THING TO BUY OUT THE BAR/ 
YOU CAN TELL BY THE YEAR AND MODEL OF MY CAR/  
LIFE IS KINDA DIFFERENT WHEN YOU SITTING BEHIND

No Mercy

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang

Might just be the Grinch cause I'll steal your heart like gifts then break it
All my vibes I'm faking
Bouncing off you because I'm vacant
Wish I

a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,