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Chiefin n Speakin.

Its funny how niggaz never hear you, til you RUN DOWN ON EM. GUN DOWN ON YOU.

50

Murder One ft. Eminem (Produced by Araab Muzik) (DatPiff Exclusive)

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Murder DEM?! MURDER DEM. TheyViolateIDemonstrateYEA I'LL MURDER DEM! niggazbeFrontinWORD UP, theyStuntintiltheyHEARDOF, thatSemiTuckedILetthatbuckIhavetheseniggazRunninHard - IPullaNiggaSkirtUp, ThenHaveEmKickinDirtUp, IGetaNigga, HitaNigga, BACK UP. STUPID HALT. SILENCE. IT'S THE RETURN OF THE TYRANT. SEEemTHRUmyTHIRDEYEwithBothClosedEyeLidz.

50 never fuckin left.

and if you a claim to be lyrical, my nigga QUIPTO bboyin on yall lyrically.

Rick Lee goin dumb on this one. ayyyyy yall ain't keepin shit lit. i can't squab to lil kiddies lookin like the next nigga, not carryin no heaters, talkin loud, dressed alike, sayin irrelevence. its the mob bitch...

carry ya soul away when you cross the Jack, its ya soul ya had to pay. I control the K, you wanna control the bay but we ain't listenin, we can't hear ya when ya whisperin, speak louder you's a coward you ain't out here nigga, we been here since winter, we'll be here when it returns. in the hood, all the time, thats a place ya not concerned, push coke, shot a nigga, thats the first lesson I learned sucka....

K.I.L.L.E.R. Doin the laws, wait for em with this A.R., Young murders they don't know who we are, K.I.L.L.E.R. Warrior to Gloria, shit you never saw before, I ain't hearda you before, I'm just here to take ya life. and disappear in the night, outta mind, outta sight, the rules to our life.

you could tell that boy Hus freestylin...CLAP CLAP leave ya face FLAT. Rock the cocaine got money on the spotttttttttt

I was on like shit my nigga, any PUNK want that FUNK that PUMP I give'em.

I take emmmm to ya hood and ROB SHIT. YOUNG NIGGA MIND SATURATED WITH MOB SHIT.

You got the Glock sideways, but that don't amaze me. Smokin purp, not haze, the God's must be crazyyy

PUNKS can't FUCK with the M.O.B. We slide up, SPRAY UP YA BLOCK to make ya know me.

Praise n props to Hus n Jack

this ain't your typical boy meets girl, this the KING of the world meets QUEEN of the world.

They ain't fit to fuck with the mob...this my young hus and the jack lil tribute, cuz they stay hyphy thru the bullshit.

Got my faith in ALLAH. STAYIN SOLID. These white folks ain't right cousin, they tryna say I sold coke outta state for a high price cousin, I'm still hype cousin, I steal like its nothin, still smilin, on the inside i'm cryin tryna make my way...

i've been, shootin baby-shootin baby. i'm goin downnn, cuz nigga i'm feelin crazy. i'm movin out, gotta get paper baby, i'm goin downn cuz lately i been feelin crazyyy.

Yea the crook up man, and my plan is to hook up fam, but it ain't that many daps as shook up hands, JUST SHOOK UP FAGS walkin around plottin on the cook up man; Me.

You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house Twisting up weed I'm digging her out Just filling her out DO ALL THAT SHIT YOU BE TALKIN ABOUT While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch What this pop corn about? Microwave oven while you out there cuffin' You over there lovin' That bitch be my stuffing, like Like we really be fucking

School Boy Q, ASAP

elbum

Happy Mother’s Day to the strongest woman I know

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she truly is a strong woman..i love mama cuadra!

[Hook]

What's up? With you and your career? and when we come back home would you be there? Where did you go? Seems like forever since you been gone. Come back home, we know you stoned, we know you wrong. This can't be right, this can't be rap, this can't be life.

this hook really says more than any "rapper" who has released anything this past fuckin year.

I DON'T MAKE MUSIC. I DON'T CALL MYSELF A RAPPER. I DON'T EVEN DO IT ALL TOO OFTEN. I JUST ENJOY MUSIC WITH SUBSTANCE AND MESSAGE, I DON'T ENJOY GARBAGE ABOUT FLASHINESS AND HOW MANY PEOPLE LIKE YOUR SHIT. I'M A FIGHTER. I'M A KILLER. I DESTROY FALSEHOOD. I UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF THIS MUSIC ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT PEOPLE LISTEN; AND I AM IN NO POSITION TO SAY WHATS GOOD FOR IT AND WHATS NOT, I AM SIMPLY FED UP WITH HOW HIP HOP WENT FROM REPUTATION TO LIMITATION. ITS THE PEOPLE WHO LIMIT THEMSELVES BY NOT HAVING THEIR OWN VOICE, TRANSLATING TO DULL FUCKING MUSIC. SPEAK FOR THE STRUGGLE, PAIN, AND SUFFERING YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH, SPEAK FOR PEACE AND LOVE OF HUMANITY, SPEAK FOR HOW YOU OVERCOME EVILS INSTEAD OF STANDING FOR THEM. FOR NO ONE CAN HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU. TO GENERALIZE IS TO POLLUTE CREATIVITY. STOP THE POLLUTION. BRING BACK INDIVIDUALITY.

WAKE.UP. WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN STORIES TO TELL, TELL YOURS.

NOW'S THE TIME TO TAKE OFFENSE. IT TAKES PAIN TO REALIZE MORTALITY. NO ONE IS IMMORTAL. AND IF YOU WANT TO TEST, I SUGGEST YOU NOT BEAT AROUND THE BUSH WITH SUBLIMINAL BULLETS.

FUCK 2011-2012 RAP... HIP HOP; BE TRUE TO YOURSELF, BE TRUE TO WHAT YOU BELIEVE, BE TRUE TO THE PERSON YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS KNOW, NOT NO FUCKING GIMMICK.

TRICKLES AND WAVES. ALL YOU WEAK MINDS IN THE "RAP" GAME BEND WITH THE TRENDS. MALLEABLE, UNORIGINAL, CONFORMISTS. NO PIONEERS WHATSOEVER. KEEP BUYING INTO THE DYING WIND. YOUR ART IS NOT CREDIBLE ENOUGH, SO YOU WEAR WHAT THEY WEAR AND MIMIC DIRECTION BECAUSE YOU HAVE NONE. PUSH IT. PUSH THAT SHIT TIL YOU'RE IN THE GROUND WITH THE REST OF EM. I GIVE NOT ONE FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING YOU SAY, DO, WEAR, OR SHOWCASE. REAL PEOPLE SEE THROUGH ALL THAT SHIT. YOU STAND FOR AS MUCH AS THAT T-SHIRT, HAT, AND BRAND NAME. STICK TO DESIGNING THE SCENERY AND LOOKING "COOL", YOU HOLD NO WEIGHT IN MAKING SOLID MUSIC. KEEP IT UP. YOU'RE DOING GREAT FOR SOME BRAINWASHED MARKS.

OLI, CALLING ALL LEADERS OF THE GOLDEN ERA, THESE CUBIC ZIRCONIUM RAPPING FRAUDS ARE KILLING THEMSELVES OFF. GOD BLESS THE TRUE PROPHETS.

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