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life is a test and we all got the answer

the streets keep calling its hard not answer

mos def

they say it's gangsta but it's just a way of life

if life a bitch betta make everyday your wife

i'm from the era of the shootouts for drugspots

happy to be here so i smile in my mugshots

loso

X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven

So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon

obie

let me live out my dreams until my heart give out

and devour cream you know exactly what this is about

fuck yall mean? handlin' since a teen

like LeBron or Sebastian, high school graduates

straight to the league, I ain't waitin' for my knee to blow

yesterday, I was kneading/needing this dough

hov

and I don't need much but a dutch, a bitch to fuck

a six, a truck, some guns to bust

I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass

with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path

I carry the cross

most of our elders failed us

how can they judge us? niggas

nas

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aw you judging me dogg?? please you shop at the mall..

me!? i shop at boutiques.. limited quantity sneaks..

where do these quantities be?? maybe they all on my feet.. (i don't know)..

but I don't get it tho.. about a year ago you said my gear is wack..

nigga now my gear is dope!? i guess it goes full circle like a cheerio,,

cause you rocking what i was rocking like a year ago..

-mikey rocks- -the cool kids-

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If you really want war then start it

you'll get torn in half what the rahtid

man'll get duppied and wrapped in carpet

so i suggest that you don't talk garbage

you dont wanna war blud you dont wanna start shit

so if you aint built for the war don't start it

cause when I draw for the mash you'll be dearly departed

with no open casket

and your best friend yeah he's my next target

I play for keeps so don't play with the hardest

come to your house and your family's the target

I'll start collecting heads in a basket

lick of your face I'm an evil bastard

anybody that moves is a target

so just keep it civil on the roadside

or else your dearly departed.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

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Evidence - Bigger Dreams

Theres no math that could charter us,

shootin for the stars, wasnt far enough,

bars up, I dont settle

so I shot for the gold,

got closer to silver medals, bronze medals

sometimes I didnt even place,

so I thought id shoot for the space

and land on the clouds

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If you really want war then start it

you'll get torn in half what the rahtid

man'll get duppied and wrapped in carpet

so i suggest that you don't talk garbage

you dont wanna war blud you dont wanna start shit

so if you aint built for the war don't start it

cause when I draw for the mash you'll be dearly departed

with no open casket

and your best friend yeah he's my next target

I play for keeps so don't play with the hardest

come to your house and your family's the target

I'll start collecting heads in a basket

lick of your face I'm an evil bastard

anybody that moves is a target

so just keep it civil on the roadside

or else your dearly departed.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

those bars are pretty good where is this from

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i fly like paper, get high like planes

if you catch me at the border, i got visas in my name

if you come around here, i make 'em all day

i get one down in a second if you wait

sometimes i feel sittin' on trains

every stop i get to, i'm clockin' that game

everyone's a winner, we're makin' our fame

bona fide hustler makin' my name

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i fly like paper, get high like planes

if you catch me at the border, i got visas in my name

if you come around here, i make 'em all day

i get one down in a second if you wait

sometimes i feel sittin' on trains

every stop i get to, i'm clockin' that game

everyone's a winner, we're makin' our fame

bona fide hustler makin' my name

that jawns not rap

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I make big money, I drive big cars

Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star

But late at night, somethin ain't right

I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights

Is it that fool that I ran off the block

Or is it that nigga last week that I shot

Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars

Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour

Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker

Hooked a left into Popeye’s and beared down quick

If it's going down let's get this shit over with

Here they come, just like I figured

I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger

What I saw'll make your ass start giggling

Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens

I live by the sword

I take my boys everywhere I go

Because I'm paranoid

I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners

My mind is playing tricks on me

i mean shit... that whole fuckin song could be on here.

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