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know
This is the place we call home
This is the place we call home

(In The Five)

But I wanna get away sometimes
See the divide in the people the fear

Funk Radio

TR Love

Beat Terrorist vs. The Cartel

2006

One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)

The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy

Looking like the Hulk
In thathoodie tank
On that creatine
Your favorite rapper 5’5
I’m throwing 225
About to weigh 205
Hercules to a harmless fly
Faith

slick
Early Christmas gift of GSTs
Yeah, life is a bitch
The government's the pimp bitch
Twisted mind deceived
Feed kids by clown world's worst shit
Gotta

one night
Pockets low but they raise that price
Smoke a L to forget our strife
Spit the truth when I groove on mics
Thanks to who when the hood get nice

125 Pennies for Your Thoughts

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

with my friends
if only I had came up off a dollar, and twenty-five cents

Traded in my faded jeans
For button-ups and ties
I gotta say the real world
Caught me by surprise
'Cause when you graduate you have
To navigate the lies

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat
cnd me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet

to the hoop
I gotta get my free throw
So damn high
Take flight like an eagle
Chop, chop, chop it up
'87 Regal
My chain so cold had to add another link
Add the 5

Self Suicide

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

means you gotta be pushin' up daisies
Dad's army's all dead, every last one
But the cents are still going on BBC1
Yeah that's right I smoke draw from

71 / End Credits

Dave

Six Paths

2016

it's actually not cause I just clocked we're
Studio 1am so September the 13th
Yeah
Just finished sick ad-lib that I put down
And I've gotta get this

The ghetto wasn't all violent
we also did some smilin
Life seemed so vibrant when Dixie cups was twenty five cents
And my big wheel took up the sidewalk where

drinks at the bar
You know you ghetto when you think your number one with the flow

And your shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you're ghetto

gotta get up sight
And if you pay attention and listen, nigga, you gon' be alright
Fuck a 9-5 , 2-11, I need my dough faster
How the fuck your smiggos

that's trivial
Satanic rituals
Illumination on your TV
Presidential pornography on a D V D
Stream it to an M P 3 or to a C D
And burn my name on the 1

something dissapear then I do it again
Been finding our groove lil nigga
We gotta keep grinding I promise we bringing it in
Walk on the moon
Smoke one get

doorstep
No religion dot up on your forehead
Pumping through your cortex
If I get life nigga I'ma eat the cornbread
Cortez Nike's with the 5-0-1s
Fee Fi Fo

my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em skyward uh
Had a dream, I

running and I just been dealing
I get on the field I promise I'm kneeling
I ain't got time for none of your healing
Gettin that pack, you know how it is

Like I’m Biggie with the four man I get it going
Wo flow so tight, couldn’t stick your toe in
Get this party going all night like this bitch is snowing
I

off the champagne, I get it poppin' boy
Coming straight from the D-E-L, I'm the realest though
And by now you know what the deal is bro
Keep your social

They treat me like an IP on the V
Just dropped a six figure on a Ri
We trainin' too hard not for a six pack but for big packs that got a fee
I just

the streets, twenty four
Pick up flag downs, direct calls, or on the radio
So here we gooo! Pedal to the medal
They gotta knoooww! I drive to win gold medals

I gotta get it
And if not I'm gonna take it, everybody racist
Hatin on the kid cuz his skin isn't shaded
You really can't talk on a 5-figure pay-slip