“Jump Around”

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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that’s a sin
I won’t ever slack up, punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew’ll act up
Get up, stand up (c’mon!) c’mon throw your hands up
If you’ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone’s talking junk
Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s hoe
Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
than there’s cops at a Dunkin’ Donuts shop
Sho’ nuff, I got props
From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!
  • Jump around! (3X)
    Jump up, jump up and get down!
    Jump! (17X)
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  • I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe
    If your girl steps up, I’m smacking the hoe
    Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
    I got more rhymes than the Bible’s got Psalms
    And just like the Prodigal Son I’ve returned
    Anyone stepping to me you’ll get burned
    Cause I got lyrics, but you ain’t got none
    If you come to battle bring a shotgun!
    But if you do you’re a fool, cause I duel, to the death
    Trying to step to me, you’ll take your last breath
    I got the skills, come get your fill
    Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill
    I came to get down, I came to get down
    So get out your seat and jump around!
  • Jump around! (3X)
    Jump up, jump up and get down!
    Jump! (17X)
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  • I’m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
    I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop
    Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger
    Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega
    But I ain’t going out like no punk bitch
    Get used to one style and yo and I might switch
    it up up and around, then buck buck you down
    Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
    I’m coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya
    Spitting out lyrics, homie I’ll wet ya
    I came to get down, I came to get down
    So get out your seat and jump around!
  • Jump around! (3X)
    Jump up, jump up and get down!
    Jump! (33X)
  • Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota!
    Grab your bozack, punk!
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  • [Everlast]
    Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
    I came to win, battle me that’s a sin
    I won’t ever slack up, punk you better back up
    Try and play the role and yo the whole crew’ll act up
    Get up, stand up (c’mon!) c’mon throw your hands up
    If you’ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
    Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone’s talking junk
    Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s hoe
    Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes

“Life during wartime”

  • Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
    Packed up and ready to go
    Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
    A place where nobody knows
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  • The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
    I’m getting used to it now
    Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
    I’ve lived all over this town
  • This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
    This ain’t no fooling around
    No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
    I ain’t got time for that now
  • Transmit the message, to the receiver,
    Hope for an answer some day
    I got three passports, a couple of visas,
    I don’t even know my real name
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  • High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
    Everything’s ready to roll
    I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
    I might not ever get home
  • This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
    This ain’t no fooling around
    This ain’t no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
    I ain’t got time for that now
  • Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit? Heard about Ferguson?
    Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
    You oughta know not to stand by the window
    Somebody see you up there
  • I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
    To last a couple of days
    But I ain’t got no speakers, ain’t got no headphones,
    Ain’t got no records to play
  • Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
    Gonna be different this time
    Can’t write a letter, can’t send no postcard,
    I ain’t got time for that now
  • Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
    We blended in with the crowd
    We got computers, we’re tapping phone lines,
    I know that that ain’t allowed
  • We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
    Or in a suit and a tie
    I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
    I don’t know what I look like!
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  • You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
    We make a pretty good team
    Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving,
    You ought to get you some sleep
  • Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
    They won’t help me survive
    My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
    The burning keeps me alive
    z_anarchy020
  • Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
    Packed up and ready to go
    Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
    A place where nobody knows
  • The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
    I’m getting used to it now
    Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
    I’ve lived all over this town
  • This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
    This ain’t no fooling around

Police State U.S.A.

z_student_protest000rebellion is brewing in the U.S. with people ready for “a hostile takeover” of the nation’s capital.

“Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.”―D.H. Lawrence

No matter what your political leaning there can be no disputing the fact that “local” police should not be looking or acting like branches of the military.

Unfortunately, in the police state that is America today, it’s happening in small towns and big cities alike every time a citizen gets stopped and frisked for no better reason than they “look” suspicious. It’s happening on the nation’s highways and byways, where city hall greed disguised as road safety is making a hefty profit off of drivers who have the misfortune of passing a red light camera or a speed camera or a license plate reader. It’s happening in the privately run jails, which are teeming with prisoners doing time for nonviolent crimes that should have landed them with a slap on the wrist and a fine instead of hard time and forced labor.

It’s happening in our airports and train stations and shopping malls, where menacing squads of black-garbed, jack-booted, up-armored soldiers disguised as law enforcement officials are subjecting Americans to roving security checkpoints, allegedly in the pursuit of terrorists. And it’s happening in the schools, where the school-to-prison pipeline is fully operational and busy churning out newly minted citizens of the American police state who have been taught the hard way what it means to comply and march in lockstep with the government’s dictates.

From: Reverse Sting Operations and the Creation of Crime By: Michael Levine To make matters worse, local police stations have received a ton of money from the federal government to conduct reverse stings in every city, county and state across the country. Think Eric Holder and Fast and Furious. Google drug sting or prostitution sting and you’ll see hundreds pop up. You pry have one going on in your own town and don’t even know it.

The controls that the Department of Justice DOJ always used and/or counted upon to prevent the misuse of the Reverse Sting operation, based upon the obvious dangers of entrapping victims into its snare, have vanished.

And worse, the tactic has created a safe haven for the most inept and/or corrupt of law enforcement officers and prosecutors while at the same time causing a massive nationwide misdirection of resources and manpower resulting in significant damage to our national security, and it is only getting worse.

Reverse Sting operations, is a tactic now being bastardized to widespread misuse in just about every crime known to man, from conspiracy charges related to acts of terror, homicide, and weapons trafficking, to pedophilia, prostitution, and every commercial crime on the books. Police procedures and standards are often violated in the misuse of this technique.

We have lost our right to privacy, TSA pat-downs and body scansNSA Spying, daily we see that an elected body can trample rights the same as a sitting monarch or dictator. Anybody remember this “The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized”? It’s from the Fourth Amendment to the United States Constitution.

The soft tyranny we endure now on a daily basis has turned scores of Americans into reluctant activists, no longer satisfied with participation in mundane “demonstrations” that prove and accomplish nothing.

Nearly everywhere you turn, crowds of angry Americans are gathering, no longer content to merely sit idly by and remain spectators to the cavalcade of injustices being perpetuated ad nauseum against We the People by criminal governments that have long since lost their legitimacy.

It does not matter if you voted Republican, Democrat or not at all, we have a choice and a responsibility to our children.

GET OFF THE NET I WILL SEE YOU IN THE STREETS

What are we willing to do? What are we willing to sacrifice?

Are we willing to be arrested and jailed in our fight?
Are we too consumed with our worldly comforts to get out and fight?
Are we beaten down by our government to where we cower and do nothing?
When I use the word fight, I mean putting boots on the ground….putting actions to our words.

We are now constantly reacting to this government. We need to switch that…we need to get on the offensive.

October 22, is a day of nationwide demonstrations. The National Day of Protest to Stop Police Brutality, Repression, and the Criminalization of a Generation.

Protesting Mass Incarceration. Protest for civil rights denied to those incarcerated.

2.2 million people in prison, more than 80,000 of them held in the torture of solitary confinement, more than 5 million formerly incarcerated people are denied basic rights even after they’ve served their sentences.

This is unjust and illegitimate. It must be stopped.

For two generations, youth in the U.S. have been shipped off to prison in numbers never before seen anywhere in the world at any time. More than 2 million people, of all nationalities languish in prison—ten times the number 50 years ago. The U.S. has 5% of the world’s population but 25% of the world’s prison population! More than 80,000 people in prison are held in solitary confinement under conditions that fit the international definition of torture.

We have two choices: Either, we can stand and fight like men or we can get on our knees and beg for mercy.

Peaceful marches DON’T WORK take DIRECT ACTION:

Oct. 1, middle school, high school and college students are organizing walk-outs and pickets beginning Oct. 1st to protest against the school-to-prison pipeline, high tuition, teacher to pupil ratio, zero-tolerance, and much more.

Oct. 9, minimum wage workers from fast food to big box retail will walk off their jobs and commit civil-disobedience blocking entrances to businesses and street traffic.

Oct. 17, truckers and dock workers are organizing a strike to shut down all commerce.

Oct. 22, over 3,000 protest are planned at police stations, courts and detention centers across the country. Shut ‘em down!

MAKE HISTORY ORGANIZE A DIRECT ACTION IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD

Source: Michael Levine is one of the most decorated supervisory agents in the history of the Drug Enforcement Administration. A US Law Enforcement Procedure Expert, Mr. Levine has over 45 years of courtroom experience (civil & criminal) as a Trial consultant and Expert Witness, including 25 years of service with DEA, Customs, BATF, and the IRS Criminal Investigations Division.

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Resist tyranny.

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“Everything About You”

I hate the rain and sunny weather
And I, I hate beach and mountains too
And I don’t like a thing about the city, no no
And I, I, I hate the countryside too

And I hate everything about you
Everything about you

z_yuppies000And I don’t like a thing about your mother
And I, I hate your daddy’s guts too
And I don’t like a thing about your sister, no no
‘Cause I, I, I think sex is overrated too

And I, get sick when I’m around
I can’t stand to be around
I hate everything about you, everything about you
Everything about you, everything about you
http://streetfiles.org/photos/detail/1544827Some say I’ve got a bad attitude
But that don’t change the way I feel about you
And if you think this might be bringing me down
Look again ’cause I ain’t wearing no frown

Well I don’t really care about your sister
Fuck the little bitch ’cause I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
I put her on the bed and she didn’t say maybe

I know, you know, everybody knows
The way it comes, the way it’s gonna go
You think it’s sad, well that’s too bad
‘Cause I’m havin’ a ball hatin’ every little thing about you
z_pplEverything about you, everything about
I get sick when I’m around
I can’t stand to be around
I hate everything about you

Writer(s): Peter Chatman, Klaus Eichstadt, Whitfield Crane, Memphis Slim
Copyright: Ugly Kid Joe Publishing Partnership, Fort Knox Music Inc.

Modern Man

By H. G. Wells and Christopher Rice

(Originally published in 1920)

It is scarcely too much to say that the ordinary man thinks as little about political matters as he can, and stops thinking about them as soon as possible. It is only minds shocked and distressed by some public catastrophe and roused to wide apprehensions of danger, that will not accept governments and institutions, however preposterous, which do not directly annoy them, as satisfactory. The ordinary human being, until he is so aroused, will acquiesce in any collective activities that are going on in this world which he finds himself, and any phrasing or symbolization that meets his vague need for something greater to which his personal affairs, his individual circle, can be anchored.  The real life of the ordinary man is his everyday life, his little circle of affectations, fears, hungers, lusts and imaginative impulses. It is only when his attention is directed to political affairs as something vitally affecting this personal circle, which he brings his reluctant mind to bear upon them.

Man accepts his city or his government, just as he accepts the nose on his face. Man still has the instincts of the family tribe, and beyond that he has a disposition to attach himself and his family to something larger, to a tribe, a city, a nation, or a state.  But that disposition is a vague and very uncritical disposition. Man has a subconscious fear of the isolation that may ensue if the system is broken or discredited.

Keeping these limitations of our nature in mind, it no longer is a mystery how Republicans and Democrats which are embodied in active courts, which maintain laws, exert power through armies and prisons, wave flags with a compelling solemnity, and are self assertive and insatiably greedy have not aroused hostility.

Today in writings and talk of men, there is an effect of drunken men growing sober. The feuds of “the right” and “the left” that once filled our heads now seem reasonless and insane. The great discoveries of our time have so enlarged human resources that, for all their divisions, for all their wars and politics, the people still enjoyed a considerable and increasing prosperity. All the while the powers that be plundered the world; and for a time, it seemed that they might plunder indefinitely without any great catastrophe to mankind. Looking forward, we realize how transitory and provisional and unstable their securities.

For a time we became destitute of creative ideas. We saw the world undramatically; no longer as an interplay of effort and destiny, but as a scene in which a trite happiness was sought and virtue was unrewarded. Even highly critical and insurgent intelligences, in default of any sustaining movements in the soul of the community, betrayed the same disposition. Political life, it was felt, had ceased to be urgent or tragic. It had become a polite comedy. But this comedy at the end grew grim. It is inconceivable the world in which we now live could produce a Jesus of Nazareth. It is equally impossible to imagine anyone with sufficient passion to crucify him. We could scarcely suspect that there still remained a great task at hand for our race to do; that enormous disturbances were close at hand, or that the path of man through space and time was dark with countless dangers and must to the end remain a high and terrible enterprise. The contemporary mind did not see it in that light.

The system in which we all live, the system of leisure and privilege, of industry and tradesmen and of downtrodden and disposable laborers and poor and common people, had seemed the most stable and established way of living the world had ever seen. In this ideal of a polite and polished world men were no longer ashamed to be lazy or unreliable or greedy. Injustice became the law of the land deriving its power from one-sided morality and corrupt legalities. The freedom of choice limited peoples’ lives, education interfered and destroyed thought, while any dissent was persecuted. Sleek persons and sly politicians extinguished what fires of political and religious passions might still blaze in the hearts of men.

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The balance of power now consolidated for the prosperity of the few essentially destroys our general state of happiness, the system of arts, and laws, and manners are enemies of society; threatened, we enquire with anxious curiosity where lies our actual security. We are still ignorant to the extent of danger or the number of our enemies.

The abuses of tyranny now unrestrained by justice or constitutions revive and flourish uncontested. Speculation, profit, greed have been applied to the art of war. The military has been changed from honorable to for hire for profit. Cities and civilians are no longer protected and cannot survive the decay of military virtue.

However numerous a downtrodden class may be, and however extreme its miseries, it will never be able to make an effective protest. The poor have always been poor and will always be with us. Poverty and individual misery are only intolerable to the educated class. Men of ideas are necessary to a popular political movement more so than the downtrodden masses. This is why public education refuses to educate. Freedom of speech becomes whatever you say may be used against you in a court of law. The community then is like an animal to be fed in the hands of the governing class.

The least difficult thing to trace is the amount of total property of the community held at any time by any particular class in that community. These things fluctuate very rapidly. The peasants are loaned property and wealth that can be foreclosed, repossessed and auctioned at any moment, for any reason, for profit. The poor are just as miserable as ever and they are broken up into a variety of types without any ideas in common. Divided along racial and class line to squabble over the crumbs provided by the state.

The process of the upward concentration of wealth has been resumed. Powerful, rich and selfish men are the unchallenged rulers who themselves enact laws for their own benefit. For over a hundred years there has been a steady improvement in the methods of production of almost everything that humanity requires. Though the common standard of living has risen, the rise has been on a scale disproportionately small. The rich have developed a freedom and luxury unknown in the world hitherto. Vast accumulations of materials and energy have gone into warlike preparations and warfare. No expense would be spared to keep the poor uneducated and subjected. Over taxation with pseudo representation is the new tyranny.

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“My name is Mudd”

By Christopher Rice

Got pulled over last night, cop said ‘let me see your I.D.’ but when I went to hand it to him, he started to yell ‘he’s got a gun’, but I didn’t have a gun, so I reached for his baton and cracked that cop upside his cranium. And I screamed “what’s my mother fuckin’ name, my name’s Mudd”.

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Shootin’ dice in the alley, up walks Officer O’Malley, says ‘what’d I tell ya’, ‘bout shootin’ dice in the alley?’ That’s when I picked up my Louisville Slugger aluminum baseball bat, I swung it so hard, came right down on that cops cranium. And I asked Officer O’Malley, what’s my mother fuckin’ name? My name is Mudd. Mudd, Mudd, my name’s Mudd. And what I do on your grave won’t look like flowers.

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I drink the finest of all wines, Boones farm’s Strawberry Hill.

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I went down to the beach, to meet my good friend Rasta. He’s sellin’ incense on the strand. Got a forty in my hand. Rasta says ‘help me keep this blunt lit, it’s that damn sticky green shit.’

It’s another Cali summer sunny day.

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Girl walks up to me, talkin’ so damn fast, couldn’t understand a thing she say. Somethin’ ‘bout ‘satellites watchin’ her from the sky.’ Mary, Mary all sucked up and scary, pickin’ tweeker bumps, right off her face. Sorry, I don’t date no tweeker bitches, think you should put down that glass dick and get yourself somethin’ to eat, then get some sleep. You look just like a zombie apocalypse.

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Dropped a hit of LSD about an hour ago. Got some oranges and Cuervo Gold. Went to Greko’s bought a six-foot bong. Hopped on my Schwinn Beach Cruiser, put my head phones on and flipped off the cops as they rolled by.

It’s another Cali summer sunny day.

Walkin’ on the beach, this chick walks up and ask me for a light. Then she pulls down her tube top to show me a butterfly tattoo. I say ‘I love butterflies, they’re delicious.’ I took her behind some rocks and gave her what she want. Then we went back to my place and she did my whole damn crew. She said ‘she had to go ‘cuz she could not stay’. So I crashed and woke up to another Cali summer sunny day.

What’s my mother fuckin’ name? My name’s Mudd.

Droppin’ beats, got a phat sound. Cali girls are the bomb, got it goin’ on.

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Woke up, lookin’ for a blunt roach we smoked last night. Hopped in the Impala and headed to the beach. Beach is empty ‘cuz it looks like rain. Storms kickin’ up some eight foot waves. Got my wet suit on and my board in hand. Peddle my ass out and ride some waves. But here comes Deputy Go fuck yourself and he says ‘what’d I tell ya’ ‘bout ridin’ waves in the middle of a storm.’ I raised my board above my head and I screamed, ‘what’s my mother fuckin’ name?’ And I brought that board down on that cops cranium, and I said, my name is Mudd.

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I saw this guy, he was flyin’ a sign, said he hadn’t had a bite in three days. I watched as cars passed him by, no one givin’ him a dime, and I said ‘fuck this shit’. I grabbed some cardboard and a marker and wrote ‘Feed the Homeless – Eat the Rich’ and I stood on that corner staring into everyone’s window, lickin’ my lips. Ya’ kno’ in ten minutes, we made enough money for him to eat for a week.

Just another Cali summer sunny day. What’s my mother fuckin’ name?

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“Fuck all ya’ll”

  • z_Tupac001
  • Ha ha ha, fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all, I don’t need nobody
    Fuck ‘em, fuck all y’all
  • Money gone fuck friends
    I need a homie that know me
    When all these motherfuckin’ cops be on me
    I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
    Now what the fuck is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
    Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl
    Sippin’ Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
    All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
    We had bitches by the dozens “huh” we fuckin’ cousins
    You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
    A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
    It took time, but finally the cash was mine
    All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
    Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
    It’s like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s place
    And if you stuck, where the fuck is all ya friends
    They straight busted and can’t be trusted fuck y’all
    sha032
  • Fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all
  • I’m sippin’ Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use
    Cause I’m a hopeless thug
    Ain’t no love reminiscing on how close we was
    Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
    And hey how much money can you stack in a day
    It’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my niggas in cuffs
    I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
    I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
    Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
    And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
    Drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
    I know it’s gettin’ crazy after dark
    These marks keep on huffin’ and puffin’
    Ain’t no fear in my heart
    What’s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
    I still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate Thai
    In 94 I’ll be going solo
    Too many problems of my own so I’m rollin’ dolo
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    Fuck all y’all
  • Fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all
    Fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all
    Fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all
  • I went from rags to riches
    Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches
    Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
    I’m seein’ death around the corner
    I’m bumpin’ Gloria doin’ 90 ’cause I wanna
    I’m getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
    Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
    And even though I know the cops behind me
    Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
    Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
    Fuck the law give a shit I’m even worse than before
    I know they wanna see a nigga buried
    But I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
    Got me locked in these chains
    And hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin’ ’bout
    Soon as I hit the cell I’ll be bailin’ out
    And when I hit the streets I’m in a rush to ball
    I’m screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y’all
  • Ha ha ha, fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all, I don’t need nobody
    Fuck ‘em, fuck all y’all
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  • Ha ha ha, fuck all y’all, fuck all y’all, I don’t need nobody
    Fuck ‘em, fuck all y’all
  • Money gone fuck friends
    I need a homie that know me
    When all these motherfuckin’ cops be on me
    I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
    Now what the fuck is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
    Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl
    Sippin’ Hennessy hanging with the clowns and all.