my born day, and you proud No matter what, so I?m touched when I spit it this way I pray you?ll be smiling for the rest of your days around Always at
I'm hungry as fuck I'll eat tapedecks, CD's, mini discs Turntables, speakers and the board for the mix Nothing left, how could you bump the rest You need
aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest Besides I got birds that never leave the nest They fuck with me, I watch em confess, then I go rest
the black asian Which location keeps circulating I want the twin power after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who
bid'ness [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a. [LA/Micah Pitts] Lord Akil, social misfit [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. [MM/Tony Greene
do For I come around your hood, broad day with the crew They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos And they will gladiate all day, what it do? R.I.
squashed that, and that shit should cease Cause black mutha-uckas shouldn't beef Beef Beef Back in the daa-ays Beef Beef Back in this day there's beef Beef Back in the day
the flows Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf. Dot on your head, take all your strength Yeah, I'm in it for the green I'll get up
Nordstrom Ave niggaz My Fulton Street niggaz, dangerous MC's Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smoking l's of green Ooh-wee
But little did they know - {"where did he go"} that I was on that Greyhound watchin white turn green Renegades, we don't wait 'til the light turn green
black or white that Friday night In those racist places, let's get it right Ah to the maximum, and keep askin' 'um When the city gonna fix where the blacks are from And every day
years The lean and hungry years were filled with strife Now we are still together in the green, green years And we'll stick together for the rest of our
make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
green from the back Got the good game from the breeze and the macks To the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress Domp hat with the rest Head shoes and
I'm no hype But after killing 'gars then I know I be tight And I been smoking all motherfucking day And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night
no hype, but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight And I been smoking all motherfucking day And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night That
DB] Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz ain't shit (ain't shit) Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga Cause the rest of
homie like you followed the blueprint Rest in peace, L. E. Z. uh Rest in peace, oh Ratty uh Rest in peace, uh Rest in peace my nigga doop, uh Rest in