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IC B’m lying crying in my bed

I hear your yoice inside my head

Too scared of opening my eyes and what is there

I feel you walking through my mind

I feel you stalking from behind

I sence your presence anytime and everywhere

Where do the gods go when weC B’re godless

tell me where do they go

Where do the lost souls fly when will we die

say where do we go

IC B’m waiting shaking shadows crawl

My bodyC B’s aching and I fall

I am the chosen one and only you know why

I open up my arms and turn

around and finally I learn

your name I bid you welcome my black butterfly

Where do the gods go when weC B’re godless

tell me where do they go

Where do the lost souls fly when will we die

say where do we go

I am your every day and night

I am the pain and your delight

I am your lust and every fear

I am your laughter and your tears

I am the shadow, make you crawl

I am the one who makes you fall

I am the creeps under your skin

And even when I lose I wi

Where do they go?

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No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)

Nawumsaying?

Something real, something you could feel (that’s right)

Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy)

Representing (no doubt)

Put a little soul in here

And we don’t stop

[Eightball]

No one has to ask who be actin’ bad

Eightball and MJ pimpin’ G be all up in that ass

From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again

Make non-rappin’ weak MC’s go home practicing

I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins

Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends

Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief

Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief

Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope

Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks

Not sayin’ I won’t pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya

Have yo mama on her knees screamin’ Hallelujeh

Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy

And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy

Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy

The player way, keep the player makin’ stacks boy

[MJG]

[1] - Everything that I do be all about the loot

I been kickin’ up dust in my Polo boots

Gettin’ blowed on the droll, takin’ smoke up my nose

I give the world to a woman, but I don’t love hoes

I’m a player, baby and don’t you forget

You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it

In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday

The player way, the player way

[Mase]

Now on, on, break o’ dawn, can’t stop, I’m too hot

Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop

Me no care if the B’s be tinted, you won’t see me in it

‘Less there’s TV’s in it

I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat

You foul and if you had styles you wouldn’t get back

You thinkin’ you invincible, you ain’t hard to get at

I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at

I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back

I be ready to go to war, you ain’t gon’ be with that

You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at

Bleedin’ all crazy and don’t know where you hit at

I’m dead up, niggas doin’ drama better shut up, I’m fed up

Know for my Roley I was set up

I can’t let up, you in some shit that don’t concern you

Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy

[Repeat 1]

[Eightball]

I’ve been waiting 20 minutes baby

Now drop yo drawers

And do something outstandin’ with yo jaws

After all this waitin’ I can see clean through yo forehead

You mo’ said than done, give mo’ head than some

Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no

If you don’t know a pimp, somebody besta tell y’all

Yeah the women say it’s good to have a confidant

But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month

See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man

Front like they real and hold a fake in

You wastin’ the time

Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin’

Dibs on da strip with steady toes

As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise

Plenty money workin’ for G and whoever next to me

And I ain’t gonna rest till we made a statement

I’m straight up you want it down? It’s time for a replacement

[Repeat 1]

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Comin from the playground

take it straight back to the bricks

Yo Chris, tell em where it is

Chris:

Chillin, cooler den a squeak, kickin dirt on my sneakers

Suckers on the corner lookin down at their beepers

They couldn’t get a job or a nice home

So they wanna stay and wait for the pay-phone

Take JoJo he’s the youngest

Girls jock him cuz he’s reverse dressed

?? strollin through the neighborhood

Sweatin their brother tryin to see why he’s doin good

(sounds of sirens)

Rollin through the park tryin to make another hit

Little do they know that soldiers’ legit

I’m not sayin this to put nobody down

This is what I see at the playground .. ya know!

GA:

Awww yeah! Another ABC smash.. gonna make ya mad!

Uh come on come on everybody

And guess who’s up next..kick it!

Dave:

L-I-L D-A-V-E 4 feet shorty of the crew

Just let me get on the mic and show u what i can do

When im all alone..cold rockin on the microphone

At home .. ?playin under the phone

? dis time little holme

Group:

Kick it D kick it D kick it

Pump it D pump it D pump it

Swing it D swing it D swing it

GA:

I swing my beats .. at the playground..ya know!

(everybody!)

Come on ya’ll! good assualt is in effect

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

I dont wanna see nobody sittin in their chair

True dat! True dat! Yo Ro you are next!

Ro:

Well Im RoRo comin in third

Now its about that time that I get heard

And none of my rhymes will never ever be swerved

Word to her play tricks on your nerves

Everywhere I serve is real superb

And Ill be right back with part two of this funky rhyme G

haha yeah boy!

Ro: Yo Red I dont wanna flow no more man

Yall go ahead, Im just gonna sit back and listen to this ghetto swing Cuz

this is what I do, at the playground..ya know what im sayin!?

Awww yeah, ABC’s gonna sing! Added to this missle..

fusion hip hop with a little ghetto swing

Yo Red kick the ballistics G

Its the R to the E to the D and what u get is what you seein

Straight up B boy word to Miss

Kickin and flippin the rhymes for the kids man for the kids

Chillin in the park, nice and smooth

JoJo Mark tried to bust my groove

Ahh I hate that

Had a big fanny not like Annie

Gave her the 24 letter and some candy..ah ah

Ay yo Red where’d you meet her?

At the playground! ya know!

Ok..I guess you know by now

Big smash moves

Pants inside out

Mark:

Into the Mizzark chillin in the pizzark

I got a break cuz my mother said be home by dizzark

But before I go Im gonna flow for you in time see

So listen to the rhyme G

The East Coast Family, Boyz To Men, ABC, BBD

Now flip the tracks D

My mother is mad and my brother is Red

Mario Brothers .. bed

Last but not least I wanna say PEACE and we outta here

From the playground..ya know

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