The Lost Generation

Shyheim

Shit Iz Real

Pop da Brown Hornet

Dear God

Jiggy Comin'

Squig

Shaolin Style

Real Bad Boys

Trigger Tha Gambler

Rubbabandz

Smoothe Da Hustler

D. V. Alias Khrist

What Makes The World Go Round

Can You Feel It

Life As A Shorty

L. Grinstead

Kameelah Williams

Don't Front/Let's Chill

Things Happen

See What I See

Still There

Down Low Reka

Junelover

5 Elements

Hip-Hop

(Rubbabandz  Pop Da Brown Hornet  Down Low Reka  Junelover)

Motherfuckin GP in the motherfuckin house

Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I  start to stain

Crab niggaz  I recon  you recognize the grain

I bring drama to your earpiece  when I bust

Raps niggaz collapse  in fact turn to slush

The hoods that I run with really don't care

Bustin at God with our pistols in the air

You want to get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses

I live day by day, but my mind set on the future

Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions

MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya

Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not

Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob

Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai

You're blinded, the rap style I possess, you can't find it

That's why you want to constantly rewind it

Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint

With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent

Cash Rules, no choice but bein top biller

Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer

You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms

That's Acquired to break down Immune Systems

With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse

Understandin, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders

Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand

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featuring GP Wu

(Rubbabandz  Pop Da Brown Hornet  Down Low Reka  Junelover)



Motherfuckin GP in the motherfuckin house

With shorty Shy





Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I  start to stain

Crab niggaz  I recon  you recognize the grain

I bring drama to your earpiece  when I bust

Raps niggaz collapse  in fact turn to slush

It only takes a second to die

It only takes a minute to get high

The hoods that I run with really don't care

Bustin at God with our pistols in the air





No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses

You want to get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses

I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger

I live day by day, but my mind set on the future

Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions

Got shit locked like state prisons

MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya

When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia

Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not

Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot

Die Hard, crackin shit, like Ty Cobb

Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob

Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai

Then blow the smoke all in your eye

You're blinded, the rap style I possess, you can't find it

That's why you want to constantly rewind it





Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint

With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent

Cash Rules, no choice but bein top biller

Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer

You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms

That's Acquired to break down Immune Systems

In any battle I'm-a come in first

With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse

I like sex after Ballentine Triple X

Understandin, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders

Niggaz get lost in the land

Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand





I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell

I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells

My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same

Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains

The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs

Live and direct, from New York like Lugz

Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynched

You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch

Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some Shaolin what

Jiggy-June bust a nut





Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher

Niggaz you don't really want to see the God hyper

Active, make teachers run back for practice

And tell they proteges, they can't fuck with the tactics

So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge

You put your best man, even if he went to college

With this mutation, I serve like a chef

What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath

Got you gaspin from suffocation

Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation

It's the mister hip hop, be	-boy, rap addict

Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic

Faggot, now put an H on your chest and handle

Whatever comes at ya, best believe I'ma gat ya

Now move back from this Jack, you can't touch it

Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin

I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya

crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass manager

Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil

Causin me to to hurt innocent people

Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong block

Thinkin it be you until I let the nine glock

Pa-POP, my man shitted all in his pants

It's the same old song and dance

And I'm out motherfuckers!



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