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Tribal Beast
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Feel My Pain (In the Style of AZ) [Ringtone]
This ain't just rap, its about connects Ya crabs could trap talk, this is about respect I'm a mixture of Mutulu and Malcolm X Young Rick the Ruler, my mouth's a mess My lil homey home he on house arrest Try to tell homey be grown, this is about success The streets been sewn we see a thousand deaths So many nuts bust I barely get aroused from sex Try to do leers at the clear, Amongst those who couldn't care what's around my neck Ten respects BBM'n or sendin' a text linen fresh Either we sinnin or blendin in with Execs Nigga I'm blessed puff blunts with big in the flesh Due to Nas in '95 with the bridge address Live what I rep, I'm real no identity theft, It's like a prison, appealing the stretch, Recreation, my reputation Could bring together the gangs from separation So, no dough, no explanations, blow! Get lows my expectations glow OG, G.O.D and I don't know near nigga that could deebo me The way I put the words together, they want something new So let's get reacquainted! Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow! You talkin' like this was a thing of the past! Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since Hey you tell the truth Dawg Reminisce rent a miss' this is limitless Started from the Genesis school Though I been it since Touch down scrimmages talkin to your Nemesis Barkin at your innocence, finding that you're friends ain't shit New Niggers tend to send a cent to the penetent Camp style, I know now what kill I'm in Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com No resemblance moving off my inner strength Superb penmanship, heard that my pen' was sick Never impetent wonder where my niggers went Die hard is still the point even when I'm bent Fly cars, Louis scarves, everything is meant Two-ten new in charge I'mma bring suspense White Ice Blue shupar Y'all ain't seen me since The young god, took a charge for 'em two attempts In my defense, I'm due to vent The way I put the words together, they want something new So let's get reacquainted! Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow! You talkin' like this was a thing of the past! Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since Hey you tell the truth Dawg Rap convo, blackin' over congos Glass condo, relaxed in the dawn mode Both arms fold, feet up on the console Fuckin bomb holds skeetin on your cornrows My boy Alonzo beat another homo Let the dawn flow try and get Lebron's dough Head honcho high with a Milan glow How them horns blow make a nigga mambo White Bronco, address beef pronto, breast meat combo, don't be a John Doe Still calm though, OG at the trial when they hit Busy Bee in '03 Low key, live wire flow be, 5th gear mode it could rip earlobes Sip Ros' think quick on my tiptoes, life's a bitch and the chick chose The way I put the words together, they want something new So let's get reacquainted! Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow! You talkin' like this was a thing of the past! Switch Hustlas been killin em ever since Hey you tell the truth Dawg
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