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For my one true
Our runs our rhyme
For my
One true
Our runs our rhyme
I went from
Construction Timbs, to Acs with rims
Flippin mixtapes
To bitches, feedin me grapes
Feed my mind state
Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range
My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
Ill blow you when you step in the car
Thats that superstar
Status apparatus
More wiz to Cassius
Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime
As my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley 
So I crush
Emcees to guacamole, makin Robin scream, Holy moley! 
Big Poppa
Fuck a cape, Im that Paper
Crusader
Playing Sega
In the wide body Blazer
I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
So much, me, myself and I know
My own lord and master
When your ass was born, it was all on the lawn, and
When its time to die, youll be all alone, so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
Start taking care of your own
Nigga
Everybodys human with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be, be
Tryin to fight me
Standin at the crossroads, but I wasnt by myself
Some take the right and
Some take the lefts, but
Lo and behold
What do I see
In the distance
Some resistance
Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
Moshin up this hip hop scene, with my Digable
Crew
Now you and you know the science, so dont front
Cause Brooklyn wont front, naw, we dont front
In fact
Its gettin like a daily operation
Cenilish born, represents my young nation
And Im facin
Opposition
In every form
So my man choose Squad 7, ours is on a swarm
Like crazily
Cause it dont pay to be
A black man in the land of mental slavery
They say
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
True
So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you
I dont roll with no crew
That do the same ol same
So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train
Now thats an Ill thought
Niggas get caught
In my wisdom
Because the number 7s like the master of a rhythm
It aint surprisin
These motherfuckers still hatin
They must dont know
I aint that nigga to be played with
Its been stated
Way back in 88
That a nigga like Mikell stomp the head of a snake
Now quakes was felt
When my feet hit the ground
And fates failed
When my heat made a sound
Now
How did I relate whats gonna fall
When my niggas made the fuckin final call
We started out small
Now we got a staff a nation wide
1995, how many heads are gonna fly
With that rootin
Tootin
Southside shootin
Bootin any nigga who aint troopin, with Huey Newton
Fuck disputin, when its time for a change
Nigga, what you gon do
When we rearrange the game
Blow em out the frame
With new ideas
Wes about the game, lyrics puttin me down out here
For my one true
Our runs our rhyme
For my one true
Our runs our rhyme
For my one true
For my one true
For my
One true
Our runs our rhymes
I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
And the guard S.T. is still waitin in the ride
So I
Stepped to the DJ and told the DJ, Yo
Throw the wax on
How many emcees must get dissed 
The mist from the blunts smoke
Decides whos next on my list
Can you feel the hiss
From the snake, move in my direction
No U-turn, you gettin burned from the sun
In my intersection
The guard has spoked
Sword strokin
If you think you ready for affair
One, pay ya token
On my Soul Train 
Control your brain 
Buck Town representative
Breakin down, like a ki of cocaine
Straight from the lab
And I still elevate past
The snakes and the crabs
Fuck it 
Its that Funkadelic
Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it
Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin on helmets
I roam the streets, where theres no peace, relax
Funk, comin in stacks
Bullets, hummin from gats
So I duck
Lyrical, BUCK BUCK, get stuck
Im jammin like Smuckers, for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus
Then I fix a few stitches
BLADOW!
Blast my style pack like Luke bitches
I foward, foward, high punch and spit the flame
Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes, when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted
My scriptures
Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch 
All yall niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind, Im bustin your ass, counterclockwise
I get Dumb
But Dumber, why your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
Aiyyo
Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
Let the pants sag, fuck a drag 
Its the low down and Im low-key
The O.G
Niggas know me 
So take it Easy like Mo Bee
The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
On the subliminal 
Watch what you women do
All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride
Thats just the rock to clear from the glide
Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear
Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear 
Creep around, grown on the down low, let off
The ground slow, subtle
And leave you in a puddle
So I breaker-breaker 1-9
Cause it aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine
Its like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, its like that
I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped
I grabs the mic and I do what the fuck I want
I outlast an ignant, white out Philly, youre a Dutch
Master
Raw like a natural disaster
As I
Crack ya
Ass like
Cheap
Blaster, I might bash ya
While my tongue lash ya
When the Rock cruise, I crash ya
Leave ya like a car wreck
Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech
And I slash ya
After, Im sure that youre ghost
I go see my bro with the fro and we toast
So the punks pawn a planet, plus every single fool
Cause without all of yall, Heltah Skeltah wouldnt groove
What we do
Puttin your shit to the pave, ending em meeting the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin, nothin phased
Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off
Livin the psycho path, so Im down with a buck and a blast, and gettin my chance
You niggas are fearin my sawed-off
Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packin your shit, you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, cause, when we a done with the quickness
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin em once a
Gain, enough, to pick a
Defender, they try to contend us, see, all they gon win is that Mack
10
Theres never another to go with a brother, I smother a sucker and go undercover
 nickelll lick it all off, but who was the sucker that screaming the murder
Creep with the street
Sweeper
Better R.I.P., and pray
The bullet dont put in much work
But Im a sure, with, shot
Puttin the bullets just where it hurts, and um
With a me techll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone
Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get em on the get up, Bone wont let up
For my one true
Our runs our rhyme
For my one
One
One true
For my one true
Our run
Our run
Runs
Our rhyme
Hey, you, dont you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey
Hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe
Everytime we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now everytime, I turn around, my people start subtractin
They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreactin
Hey, ay
Ay
You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it
Im a hit you with my music
Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
Watch me go inside
Please give me room, yo step aside
Ha
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches, out there dropping dimes
Get your shit drawers up out my hammer
Young survivalist
Represent the next Black Panther
I hang with blacks and you hang with whites
I pack a nine and I dont like fights
Im from the deepest
Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A
I jack for jewels
Watch when you bail, its right across the streets
From hell, and no one want to repent
Went to the liqour store
Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year
Now, tell me, if you was there
Would you be down
When them black boys beat
Reginold Deny to the ground?
Now, I wouldve be, before I died, I
Decided for the buck of it
I tried to rap a rocks for life
People
They said, Change that shit
This is west coast Rap-A-Lot
I stroll to Houston
Astros hat a lot
I sock
A punk, fool, hit me up
I run the west and Im up
Thats suppossin my cause
Whats the difference between this and hell, but vasoline drawers
I live a sick lifestyle
My profile, souls of Menace
Handlin Bennettes
To the finish
If this is
Cause for action, my people turning to hold a strap, man
I dont give a damn, South Central, and
Lookin out for the black man, strugglin with my brother, man
Roll with the clan
Bokers Rock to Tazkan
Its us against the man and Im a damn get shot
Theyll have to put in the jail cause I aint goin for the pot
Turn the pigwigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop
I got a hood I die for
Been organized since 64, man
Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rollin on Crews/cruise like Pharellies on Acuras
If you dont believe my steez is real
You can check the emptiness of my Glock nine mil
It dont matter which way you come
I still be the nigga, callin shots with the gun
I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run
None 
Is about to fuck with the sun
Mally G
I never kick a rhyme for free
Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. 
For all of yall, I come across to be real
With super shit like Fall Guy
And lines to make them all die
Infrared beams, mind full of schemes
95 until, keep it real, get the cream 
It dont stop 
What the fuck
Fuck around and get dropped, it dont stop
Know what I mean