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Never Be Beat

2Pac

The Lost Tapes [Clean]

2000

boy not a toy but a poetry, prodigy

Young beat conisseur hummin' like a bird
It was true when you heard I'm the wiz a word
Your eyes dilate, your ears

dust
Now please don’t act like
Gilly don’t be ripping on that Christ flow that Gospel
My flow be unpredictable when
By the way your boy is back
I don’t

I'm on top
Diamonds be wet, gon drip on your block
I'm stacking these knots and I'm countin' the guap
I feel like DaBaby, this track is a bop
Damn here

the cut boy, running out of luck boy
Motherfucker
I'm what's up boy
With a tough ploy
Gonna blow up boy
When I come up get fucked boy
Like a fuck toy
Get

No honey

Wow! Here is your boy right now with
About 20 of his new best friends
The cops start getting out of the cars
And ready their weapons
I'm

them by surprise (Boaw)
Up the blick, I'ma shoot it
Look dead in your eyes (In his eyes)
The corner pull up 'cause he
Dead on the ride (On the ride)
Put

asking who the best
Then go ahead and play it back
I'm bringing drums on the mission
I'm the one who made the track

She said boy don't stop
So fuck it I

And leave no clue clue
Throw ya in the
Chatta Hoo Hoo
Thick mulatto
That's a moo moo
Come here girl
Come get this loot loot
I give cash out
By the boo coo

ride or die, I was doing fine
Took me by surprise, when I saw your eyes (Your eyes)
Sunshine beamin' through the empty sky
(Through the empty sky)
You

Knock them out my eye (knock them)
Bible heat seeker
Run, but you can't hide (ha)
Delighted in his word
Now I got discernment in my eyes, aye (now I got

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin'

Listen, uh
Little boys

I'm Different

Ed O.G & da Bulldogs

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

trash
You want to try me?  Come on I got some shit for that ass
I never be weak, doze off, fall asleep or get tired
Put wings on your head, so it's easier

silence your voice and then pull out your eyes
So you can't see the truth and speak from a place of deliverance
If you need a dose of God I'll deliver it

Slaughter drum tracks, modern rappin' scumbag
Made your daughter use the clothes you bought her as a cum rag
Glad to be despised by guys who can't take a joke

If I Fall

Big K.R.I.T.

Live from the Underground

2012

I never miss my home boy until he was gone
But life goes on, so if I call

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me dead?
All

like lumber
She a stunner, blinded by her beauty, make me Stevie Wonder
If she feel me or not, Shea says always shoot your shot
I don't know, just some

dear mama
My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
For truth your a decoy
Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
I fall down

Soul Power

Common

Electric Circus

2002

dear mama
My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
For truth your a decoy
Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
I fall down

a call
Don't count me out I've been feeling your vibe
You've got me until the end of this ride
You know I won't let you down or fall
When you need all you

With that seratonin drip 
Coming out the tip
That’s the preroll 
Eyes wide open
The entrance to my soul
So get in me
Stuff my pasta
You must of lost

And recharge on a hour's sleep

Officer Cartwheel, officer Cooper
Tuck your tails in when you see
Us on street, if not, we shoot ya
On your way to hell ‘cause

Two big booty thiccums and I Got em twerking in the back seat
Tell that lil boy run my cash like a track meet
My guys want the smoke
Yall sprint off

So snuggle up, close your eyes and relax

He shoots he scores
The Beautiful Game forever

Dribbles is a Moshling, a football some might say
Though

The Opps are killing off our men
So here's your mission
Pay attention
Make the opposition listen
Tell em... mama said knock you out!
You tell the devil
Mama