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Lyrics
All Eyes On Me
Ambitionz As A Ridah
All About U
Skandalouz
Got My Mind Made Up
How Do U Want It
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
No More Pain
Heartz Of Men
Life Goez On
Only God Can Judge Me
Tradin War Stories
California Love
I Aint Mad At Cha
Whatz Ya Phone Number
Cant C Me
Shorty Wanna Be A Thug
Holla At Me
Wonda Why They Call U Bitch
When We Ride
Thug Passion
Picture Me Rollin
Check Out Time
Ratha Be Ya Nigga
All Eyez On Me
Run Tha Streetz
Aint Hard 2 Find
Heaven Aint Hard 2 Find
Quotes
Me Against The World
If I Die 2Nite
Me Against the World a
So Many Tearz
Young Niggaz
Heavy In The Game
Lord Knows
Dear Mama
It Aint Easy
Can U Get Away
Old School
Death Around The Corner
Outlaw
Greatest Hits Disc 1
Keep Ya Head Up
2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted 2
Temptations
God Bless The Dead
Hail Mary
Me Against The World G Hits
How Do You Want It
So Many Tears
Unconditional Love
Trapped
Life Goes On
Hit Em Up
Links
Outlawz
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| Got My Mind Made Up [Dat Nigga Daz] You find an MC like me who's strong we leavin' muthafucka's aborted with no verbal support when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Congo with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou who can we stand, the more power of game and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star finally realizing who the fuck you are when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded, would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme for the simple fact when I attack the [?clubs?] be tired my attempts to ride every time all night I faced with the scars beyond this beam or bar for me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin' in gas with the six eight all day in an out, with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation so you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin' we must be based on nothin' better than communication known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations sorry I left that ass waitin' no more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin muthafucka's panic don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt you swear the bitch was planted my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls you know, the way the games get told yo two years ago, a friend of mine told me alazhay and Chrystal blows your mind bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride tonight's tha night [Kurupt] Well I comes through with two packs of tha bomb pro-folax for protection so my fuckin sac won't collapse cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays sending young muthafucka's to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my hearts as cold as the tundra electryfing like thunder I'm just too much rough and raw with that mutha fuckin' poisonous touch I'm a MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bomb Bay ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like Bob May My rhymes I leave a mark on ya mind as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimes there's no escape na I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin' opposed to laughin' raw maniacal villian laughter enhances the chances of tha killin' why is that ? cause smilin' faces decieve you best believe to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite Mic's my verbal snipe, your vocabal site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause fall so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere the raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back to LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps as your views get overshadowed when you come in contact beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat [Method Man] Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler stickin' up Jews wit German missles the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle will be back after this message don't touch tha dial rarely do you see and MC out for justice got my gun powder and my musket Blauw! mellons get swellin', I paint mental pictures like Magellen half of my clan, repeat felons niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel man I stay on point like icicles now who want to test Tical then test Tical all up in ya muthafuckin' mouth head banga boogie catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can't fool me better take one and pass or that's that ass your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Redman] a yo lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards let's face it, there's no replacement taste this, mad underground basement shit I'm laced with avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliffted Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless tha dogs can't fetch got the clear spot from tha rear block two plus til every nigga tear drop men I fear not hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot with this underground cannibis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst the proceeds like Key's my degrees freeze cause secondtively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake so I erase the whole front row at your wake I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it I'm tha one pushin' a hurst in the first place confidence for you shaky ass folks pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt And I'm out for nine nickel INS tha rebel West, list this, this, this |
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