Young Pro.1

:: I like yo' style, p.
elegant in it's own way
u know mean ::

uh, yo' check
we need money, welfare money, any type of money
when I was young, I told myself I'd never drink
now I'm feelin' ecstacy, massive amounts of energy
amounts to nothin', without money, madd knowledge
madd game, schooled by niggahs from Lil'Fame to Starang
let my phone ring, calls be decievin'
Lord forgive me for the sins I commit this season
create havoc in the streets, .. if I can't have it
I need some swayed timbs, and a new benz
I'm tired of rollin' up lookin' like crushed tin
fuck bitches, they come along wit' all this
cop thought I was bangin' when I told him I'm an artist
makes me feel like the, last of my kind
never sing to police but they asked me for a rhyme
liquor in me, blunts bendin', which queitly reminds
of the 1st time I ever had an autograph signed
streets dearly respect mines, theories in Left Eye's
vow at the grave of my niggah to spit hot lines
SQUAD never died, it lives inside, turmoil, earth soil
got to make money, to feed my 1st fruits
to give the word truth, and help the poor, too
elegant rap scheme wit' the touch of Gospels'

Other Wise

should this not be in topicals?

Young Pro.1

no, ..

Young Pro.1

cause
theres money to get, money to burn, hunnies to flip
hunnies that turn, pockets loaded with yerm
in my block, it aint ever gonna stop
i seen the homie today, he got hit last nite
but the lil niggah down and dats my type
hustle, crusin the streets with a dumb ass bitch
we bubble, circulatin money all across
i wish i had a pack of blanks to flip my odds
nothin compare to my lime right, the right night
shave right, act right, bronson, block affliate
quickn a key verse, its dophe like the leed church
i need money, medical money, out of town money
swisher rap n weed money, timbs and street money
picture me, ballin, do it for my solders that fallen
and ball til in memory engraved in my coffin

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Young Pro.1

how could u sleep on me? ima such a beast homey
afro puffs yo knuckle head thugs listen up
i spit knowledge when i spit
dats why you see dem dollas by my wrist
and i always break bread wit my thorobreds
my liqour yo liqour in this struggle yo we in it together
so ima break legs off these weak mcs
i dont know what chu call um, rappers or phonys
rap about the block? i can do dat, 2
cuz when i was yung i had du rags loose, never faked nuttin
a lil bad attitude, a lil nigga still mad at chu
brave heart, william wallace of this shit
the grand entrance, no man can withstand
we dayum bidness
got them niggas out of town when im doin dis
cuz my raps alone bring life to an army within
niggas thats thugged out
scared to def when u see me with them guns out

nicca..

Young Pro.1

freestyle and seszion by myself, like im, obsessed wit myself
and im, a test to myself, a testament for wealth, a testimony for health
a soldier fatigue up rollin wit ill stealth
even if i dropped last year.. that shit still felt, it still melt
even if i died, a thousand defs, and took the loniest footsteps
im back wit the word
i dont like punch lines but im back with its worth
puttin knuckles in ya face, lay flat on the earth
u should not test me, if i aint cha favorite rapper
im still deadly, steel like dre & snoop
a hunnet and 51 percent in the booth, this life put dents in my tooth
couldnt fill my heart wit some measurin tubes
i go out of town, and come back down
and make sure the pham. feel me, thousands of years spittin this really
all 4 dis rap money, u know da dealy..

Burt Blaze

At closin time the bank tellers know they GON' SEE ME
Cause I'm gettin this money, and collectin welfare like ODB
I got checks rollin in, chicks cookin coke and hittin licks
My stacks gettin swollen, cats tryna roll in then I'm splttin wigs
Nobody get between me and my paper, I'm like a case of reams
In case ya dream of stealing it I unleash with phasers and laser beams
Thats the kind of arsenal my chedda gettin me lately
Cats angry at what they cant have, so I welcome them to hate me

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