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Neighborhood Shares II

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1.	Nicolas Rage 03:26	lyrics	buy track
I want to thank God for giving you so much and me so little I BTK Yay and P’s In a day I make a couple G’s Keep it moving put away the cheese Hand to hand slammin’ Jammin’ Summer Breeze You niggas CD-J I’m DMC Y’all holograms, fantasies D&D I’m Hollowman Y’all ain’t seein’ me Grán Mércí BDK, EPMD, More Erick than Parrish, Y’all just parody parrot Aren’t we a pair it’s apparent Isn’t her face just the fairest Celestial wind carries the carriage Need a wheelbarrow just to carry the karats in God Bless my baby from her head to her keratin And the shit that I’m carryin’ Will turn your flesh into carrion If The Price Is Right Then it’s me Baby Boy Bob Barker Barbarian Nickel plated Mossberg Spit up a cartridge Look like I just caught a tarpon The trigger is hairpin I move like a terrapin I’m hard as a carapace Bring the city together Dawg I’m Pericles My whole life’s been preparing me Getting bread like Sara Lee If I rapped on my own shit I should charge a fee Birdman Daddy y’all niggas is Parakeets TCOB Big body boy Take care of business NBA Jam ’94 Give me a witness I been in the squat rack Working heavy lifting It ain’t hurt nobody Steady mind your fucking business Wake up every day Something new going crazy It’s straight armageddon And I’m Bruce Willis baby I been tossing Hans Gruber Off the motherfucking top His brother want it too He gets the motherfucking mop I got Impalas full of problems They don’t want em They gon pull up if I call em Put butterflies in yo stummy All my dogs hungry All my dogs eat Chopper doing tricks Like I taught that thing to speak Catching my reflection And I don’t know the face But the truth be told I don’t think that I want to Losing my mind I’m wild like Nicolas Cage And it’s hard to say they Ain’t much that I won’t do It ain’t leaving me alone Metronomes is in my head Answer the phone It ain’t hello It’s what it do instead Hows your mom How you living Is you getting your bread Are you doing all that shit that you said I went Johnny Blaze On a Johnny 23 Now I smoke with Johnny Bravo Keep the Pax on me Mindset all I change Money ain’t a thing All I want is a home And a couple of gold teeth I’m The Fly like Cronenberg Einstein-Rosen words Close gaps with bridges Move packages practicing Real life Like we infamous for Creating hype on ignorance. Real type Ink to paper or Palm to smartphone Pilot phrases patiently Parallel park them Left right in reverse Best like to rehearse Take care of business Am I finished work Blank starting place Chart staves Walk through parted waves Hearts embrace We fill halls Build walls candidly Feed the family I'm the man to be Sip on my seltzer Bubbles like soap Free Design red lined speakers Quite dope I'm in the back seat with my wife Pretty Purdie rap beat Crushin it right
2.	Hanna-Barbera 03:36	lyrics	buy track
Lay all awake Ain’t no lights outside VCR my clock I never know the time Meditate on loud I got lots on my mind Thoughts speed race Things to stop on a dime Things still fuck with me I just got in therapy Turns out I been slipping Lost myself in 17 Been missing them days When I still felt the same way Got down with my demons They know my name I know their name Devil on my shoulder Yeah he shouldered the K And whispered in my ear We chasing thick ones today Don’t go not yet Light it up and hit it once But if I hit it once Ain’t gon be no one and done Fly stepper yeah Got my suede boots on Smoking so much sticky icky Gotta keep the goo gone Despite my best efforts to stay objective I still get caught with this shit Things still fuck with me I just got in therapy Turns out I been slipping Lost myself in 17 Things still fuck with me I just got in therapy Turns out I been slipping Lost myself in 17 Things still fuck with me I just got in therapy Turns out I been slipping Lost myself in 17 Devil on my shoulder Yeah he shoulder the K But I got Yahweh on my knee I’m praying five times a day Know me in truth In the hall of His hand Vocal, no booth With a microphone stand Stop rewind Because we be kind Friend to felines Standardly defined One who assembles puzzles Wax or digital In fact original Lives in the ritual Put in work for Mystery Incorporated Look in the mirror See the faces of the Dynamic trio of terror Envy over views Out of my back door Slack jaw act raw And wax philosophical Lionfish tropical Motions in an ample tank McDuck dive head first In the sample bank Occupation: Making all of them hot cakes Chirp all my Nextel homies with the hot take Bought Quake III 4:3 before flat screen I pledge allegiance To the black screen Uh Mercedes Benz fantasies Gold hammers gleam Let your hammer ring My young whoadi Calamity Coyote Wood grain on my steering wheel And it match the face on the watch So tell me how you feel The only thing I fear is a raid Cadillac like a fabrochet egg Serve your auntie while I’m getting a bald fade Flexin cash on instagram Nigga that’s all y’all made I’m bagging zippers while My dog’s playing spades Ain’t no dope in the stash Cuz the money’s being made Every single day put my neck out For the check now I remember mama saying Put the chicken back At the checkout I don’t wanna meet no new niggas So when they get popped for the dope They can say that it was you nigga Stop talkin bout your life On these fucking phones Like they ain’t got a wiretap In your fucking home I don’t speak in the kitchen Get a hundred year bid Cuz your wife was bitching That’s how I’m living
3.	VMU 03:15	lyrics	buy track
Goof troop no roof Impala white leather Licking candy paint Ice cream patina better Frame dragging Carolina Sparks off the bumper Only thing on deck That’s the sounds of the summer Loud in the console Boards in the back Pop the trunk Hit the rail Shake the can Drip the tag Yeah tag me in I’m wildin’ in the corner Names on the wall With heavy bouts of paranoia Back then yeah life was so simple Love all my brothers Wasn’t blood but we was kinfolk Yeah Life was so simple Love all my brothers Wasn’t blood but we was kinfolk Struggle was the mindset I got that from my grandma Born up in the gutter Respect it and stay raw Homage to the roots Can’t forget where we from Creekwood was Crackwood When the work got done Summers on the blacktop Churches fed the babies They mamas had mad jobs They was tryna make the payments Paper bag, juice box Swiss roll little Debbie Play tag on the good grass God damn my mind was heavy Fed a junkie two rails Just to fingerfuck my rims Straight razor in my brim Pistol in my Timbs Shower and change clothes On the road Only time you saw me in the gym Cooking rumblepak Pop a hundred pack 20 times And double back My plug sending bubble hash Make it tootsie roll Butter fly My second boo I call her thunder thighs Bitch I think my phone tapped Cuz it’s going dumb Jumping off the jack Hopping on the track Bout to make my flipper melt I might let the trap phone spit a verse Get you chipped like a gigahertz Balled like Kojak Assault rifle long as a coat rack When my Momma sent me on a mission It was either give her dollars or the dope back Pick her up some cigarettes and bring some blow back So Who the fuck is you nigga $50 slab of crack Look like a VMU nigga Nah you ain’t my fucking homeboy And nah we ain’t cool nigga
4.	Newspaper 02:47	lyrics	buy track
Bulletproof immaculate Haphazardly my handy kilo bidness Cursive in my ledger candy Vibrations with shake pawn I like my Lebanon blonde Abscond when police say I’ll be doggoned That’s my favorite song Whistling Dixie Pixie dust in my straw My father and wife Used to party with Barney Fife’s son I’m above the law Warsaw song Dress modest ma What you got that thong for My manager just called And said they want us back At The Gong Show Mixed recipe My Chesapeake Bay spaniel Goyard leash with a leather handle Light a candle in the bramble bush I heard Jesus had good kush Break me off lightly Pussy juice on my white tee Police ring my bell, shit I’ll accept the charges Lace up my Nikes Before I dance amongst the stars Spit straight soul when I hop upon a mic Hit a red light Get my head right Stop trippin over stones cast By those without sin Listen to the word within Begin Back when I started Never dreamed about charting Just spreading funk around By way of sound bartering Trade a fist bump or a dap up For a listen Critique what’s missing If it isn’t A cynic treating those who listened to a clinic And now I am a christian Maintaining cynicism Neighborhood Shares Hunting bass like fishing Tradition turned fiction Cake go the distance But it’s a lie dimwit Smoke and mysticism Mirror white line split Choking up your system Bad call brother Gotta look beyond the prism Instead combine colors for The big picture schism
5.	Jheri Butler 04:28	lyrics	buy track
I been kicking doors that was locked for me I been throwing mud like that shit was pottery I been getting high cuz there's more I gotta see I ain't close to tired when I'm dead I'll sleep Been moving big weight No asthma, breathing heavy Cracking turtle shells Bebop and Rocksteady Everybody know that Patina gold Chevy It's young 3PO Always go, always ready And she can hit me up If she need to bend her backbone Dripping like a spicket Pack it, flip it Off a Tracfone Pop off with the cricket Ninja vanish Quick to get gone All I do is tell the truth I don't sing songs Steady fuck with Disney plus Ain't no Mickey Mousing Run up on that castle With that gas can and douse it Cheddar cheese in the zip Might flip for a thousand Yeah Pockets full of allowance I been kicking doors that was locked for me I been throwing mud like that shit was pottery I been getting high cuz there's more I gotta see I ain't close to tired when I'm dead I'll sleep Mentally I entered A dimension fortress first No turning back time Parched mind Quench thirst Burnout call me Calcifer High as hell but down to earth Walk in silence mouthin words Found in Church bound to serve Wake up early and I go to sleep late Keep waiting on the day I don’t feed hate Keep faded wave forms on floppies in case Pop it in place Chop it with haste Conduct a ruckus symphony Y’all motherfuckers into me And we some shit to see Meant to be a centerpiece Mentally I entered A dimension fortress first No turning back time Parched mind Quench thirst I need a dutch bro, goddamn I need a goddamn dutch bro, goddamn You know what I'm sayin' goddamn shit F'real I don't care if, if, if Niggas making death threats Gore-Tex Ebtek World Hikers Anoraks by Spyder while I’m on the rocks With amphibious rifles Fishing for striper Cadillac habits Finger licking good chickens in the hood Blow shots at pigs wigs I get a gig when they light up rigs Cereal bowl of the sniff get a whiff My tax bracket shifts when they light piff My thugged out orthopedics were a zip of crip Corner store trips Baggies for chips Tear the label off the script My boo roll spliffs Honeymooners Nick At Night Put flowers on a red eye flight Send a kite the secret ingredient was tripe See my name in the lights Akickdoe Blood Type Make U ackrite Batmite Titan fights When we clash in the street Spotted dick ain’t no hashing the beef And they asking for me I been getting high cuz there’s more I gotta see yeah Mentally I entered a dimension fortress first No turning back time Parched mind Quench thirst I been getting high cuz there’s more I gotta see yeah Mentally I entered a dimension fortress first No turning back time Parched mind Quench thirst