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Verse 1

I wasn't sleepin i was creepin slidin' hidin'
I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?
Thinkin' mentally sinkin
[precousicly] brinkin
Two decades n a half
Waitin' for the path of mine to follow
The world is hollow, yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble
I give you half of [gizm tencil]
What's the come up, cried a ton of beers
Drunk a ton of beers, that's fun at first
But learned in person
Fear throughout the years
Kept my ears open eyes scoping my block
Don't rock the boat if you can't swim
Nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend
This is the end, still i can't explain the fact
Why the fuck shit gotta be like that?

Verse 2

Know what, i said
Hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded
That they need to be bi-headed
Why? i'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin
All sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'
So i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]
With the [syfliest] stare
Bringin em turbulant terror
N they know this cause they can feel it
He knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it
So i had to reveal it , through provin' their eye
Am i startin' [chinin] fly
N by just blinkin' my eye
In a flash i flush out the face, layin' low-key
Trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
Mister sometime-homey, why he act like that
I thought he had my back
I thought he had our backs
But it was him that i should've never trusted
And not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted
I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this
Now when i'm out, i see n store out the whole scene
For all types sneakes that scheme
They come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home
When they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome

Verse 3

Sometimes this world means everything to me
The inside is lovely to these eyes i see
N sometimes in my mind all i wanna do is cry
[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye
Those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within
I see a situation now n all i do is grin
People think i'm high but i'm mentally travelling
Agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling
While i'm stravelling [moors]
Up this fuckin mike i hate to be a pilot
Crashin' in a flight
People need to know about this thing called life
Cause if you see the light then life's allright

Verse 4

I jumps inside the jeep as i embark on my darkness
Bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my
Little homie who was raised in wyoming wanted to be famous
So he came to californey on the microphony
He was superbad n whatnot
But he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
He became too fascinated with that gang related flavour
That he modificated rearranged his behaviour
He hooked up quick with the influential slang
Gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang
Braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be
Hangin' with baby gees i was baggin
Like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
Hopin' they'd hit him in the head
But he steady saggin like he a hog
Creepin' through the smog
Smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of o-dog
Like most who come to this west coast society
Tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
So what a relic way to end this
Got rolled up when he was strolling
On a [sundae upper...]
Some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson
The hard way i'm guessin' yessin'
Bd as i hit the b n make a right on wesson
Pops in my head [beperpiou] question

If you're listening...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...

(slim kid3)
I recall being three when sunny passed away one of the greatest
In my eyes till this very day too young to understand but
Understood the ways of good and evil life and death was in the
Breath of times fate and god only knows that kept peggy
Straight cuz in the very next year my aunt dorothy was the late,
More beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird
She was so young like the new year was all you heard almost
Saw it so clear the good times that we had when my
Momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad i got baby sat
By pat when bedie was a small guy and in our cousins eyes we
Were both small fries, jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl
Now
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both you
And ebony i be damned if this short life ain't heavenly peace
And harmony family season and it goes...

And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...

(slim kid3)
The way that momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep
Know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggaz by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
But, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
And move men soon
They consume every womb who bares
Beneath the stairs of their doom
Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb

Chorus: repeat 4x

Cause everytime i step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2" reels
That i don't even own

(bootie brown)
Early saturday mornin i was cartoon gazin
Slowly broke into the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some raisin bran
As i ran up and down the tv stations
I witnessed indian joe
Getting tricked out of this nation
By a silly hillbilly
Who laughed as the shit happened
Everything's the same
The game continued into rappin
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul
To receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know i keep on rappin til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that i do not even own

Chorus: repeat 4x

(fatlip)
I was po', nlack and broke
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out
Speakin about the time before i got signed
I was coolin behind coolio in the county line
My big brother used to say i was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool
Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the cap and tassels
Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with j-swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my nigga l.a. jay back at s.c.u.
I grab the mic one-time
Check it, 1-2, we in
Freakin' major flavors with my fellow nubians
Takin shit to the next level
Too bad i sold my soul to the fuckin devil

(imani)

"none of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why i got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But i'm back to win
So just tell a friend
That i'm still
Twisting and bending
Minds and rhymes until the very end
With the rhymes
And the loops
Stomping out wack troops
In my big black boots
Collecting respect and the loot!
From the way i grab the microphone
And execute, "iahp's" think i'm cute

(bootie brown)

(say what?)
Yo man, i pay them no
Attention i stay deep into
The cut cause i leave the
Tricks alone cause my name
Is not david copper-filled
Pockets, never net a man
Who don't hate it
So let it be stated
Niggas couldn't fade it with an
Edit,
And xerox m.c.'s
Are pathetic, they tryin' to
Duplicate but their comin'
Out synthetic
The name is bootie brown and phony m.c.'s forget
It.

(x2)
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
We do it this way
We do it this way

(fatlip)
I step toward the mic grinnin'
The lyrical imperial award winnin'
Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
Because my shit be poppin'
Like gin & juice i seduce these iahps to get
Loose
When i'm droppin'
These rhymes on drums
Like my nigga def jef
My style is more unknown than what happens
After death
I come fresh like your breath after your brush
Wack mc's like that orange soda got crushed

(slim kid3)
Well it's apparent that many
Are so transparent you
Can't believe ya eyes when
Ya starin it's ghostly and
Mostly the wise who
Yeah they just run these games
Before ya eyes to tell you
Lies framed in gold glitter
For many moons i've been
A go getter took miles of
Manure from the purest bullshitters
Now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us
To get us
M-walk shake the cut through their
Neutro-transmitter

(x2)
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
Imani bootie brown fatlip and slimkid tre
We do it this way
We do it this way

(imani)
You must respect me
Because i come directly from my internal
While my eternal
Infernos steadily towering
And over-powering
All sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy
Competition

Definitely wack and lackin'
And stable ammunition
Change ya mission
Men and listen
My way your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta my hitachi

(slim kid3)
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel i reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear on
The steel just a son of jiva
Who won't leave my field

(bootie brown)
I was standing, one of the cast of many
I would give anything to swing hand in hand
With her but it was just a blur
I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame
For a nigga who can barely afford his name
So the dame kept aim at the stars
I'm often thinking about her
When i'm waitin on calls across the border
Made sure my rhymes in order cause
That moment could be near and it was
Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here
So i appear and perform international
The time came she stepped to me i thought rational
But she knew i wanted it
She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
I knocked the reebok now she jock
Blowin up the pactel and the doorbell
Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail
Cause i'm not captain let them know from the start
I let you break me off but i won't let you
Break my heart

(slim kid3)
So i'm surrounded by bitchery now this is
The most incredible shit in slim kid history
So watch if you will the moment some good
Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill
Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil
Still burnin shit now and i'm still learnin how not to fuck
With ya baby or make ya my old lady
You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block
The sunlight with all of that hype and now i'm discontinue'n
All of this pipe that i've been layin as long as you keep
Swayin to anotha crew's tempo i gotta let you go and that's
Simple so get it through ya two temples because i'm
Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
And you're exempt and i won't symp on a write off
So step out my world and turn the light off

(fat lip)
She was my high school sweetheart down from start
When all i had was high hopes my health and my art
But when i got fame she became unsure
If i could still feel the same when i came off tour
I said "for sure" cuz what god gave us, girl, i'm grateful
No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful
So now i'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates i see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate lookin' great straight
Waitin for a nigga so now i figure
"hey i only live once i'm goin' all out today"
Made a call out to l.a. to say what had to say...
Now i get back the very next week only to learn
The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that i wanted was my girl goin' out every
Night gettin blunted
And zooted with a clique of well known
Reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose
By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame
Oh i suppose i guess i got myself to blame for turnin
Her out into a hip hop freak now i seek counseling
From a therapist twice a week

(imani)
So let me speak about the freak so let me speak about the
Freak
Instantly she made another selection
Because he was in the lime plus had
The money connection "correction"
"way more paid" is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
This miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress
Of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress
Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And i hate it why this is dedicated to all of them
Type of women who still be swimming lost and confused
In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're
Constantly losin'

We gotta hustle ya'll we gotta hustle

(bootie brown)
Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so i utilize
Careful not to jeopardize on my chances
Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances.
I had a couple of homies that went to kansas and colorado.
I never been one to follow
I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up.
Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up.
Asshole, watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on
The ball.
Who you gonna call?

Hustle hustle hustle hustle

(schmooche)
First you see a flash & then you smell smoke
Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene
As my people choke, the hustle
I want to be down & all off into it
Like russell simmons, i like the women's
The hers not the him, ipass l's to my bredren
In my pocket stacks ends
But i always find myself saying, please excuse me sir
Place down your bottle
I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle
And get her overheated ready to be treated
For the schmooche cat addiction affection
To her state and being i had her seeing triple visions
Blue mountain tops and purple valley
Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley
Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal
Tryin not to get coated up in the evil this goes out to all my
Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it


(randy mac)
Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid
Til i puff bomb e t just to fill the void and recollect the word
Of a vet once put me down with be about your paper mack and
Watch
The folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart
My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part
And chasin papes from the nine six to infin
Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight hen
Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel comin wit more cross
Over appeal
That van exel and i hope to god that i don't go to serve no
Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in cali
My partners of mine are skyballin out of control
But i ain't feelin that part of the game so
Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes
I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes
Would love to ship my ass to foledad or maybe foesome
But i recognize a trick-a-ration so i mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal brothers just want more than their equal
Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it

(big boy)
You see back in the days crime pays
But now rhyme pays, so i had to hustle in many ways
Now let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like wesley snipes, and new jackin like
Nini brown
Puttin suckas in fear
Lettin ya know big boy is the nigga in charge over here
I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it
Nigga give me three of those
My homie shaun juan used to give me 5 for 1
Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done
Then that game went astray fools droppin dime
Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away
So suavecito my negrito put me with the pharcyde
Tours and pours of hennessy by the barside
Makin papes makin tapes doin dates
All over the world in each and every state
Now i'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks
But still got fat backs and fat stacks
Yo bootie brown i guess i'm out
Paper chase hustle that's what it be about
Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal
Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it