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We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
I know you been patiently waiting for something more precious from us
Especially since Mad State ain't in a rush to hop up on the bus
And ride that groove, that's why my crew came through
With the empire, get a slide by fools
Abide by rules set by no man
So can a brother take his own path to get this dough man?
We all can't take the same road
The same old folks wanna take the same route for them pesos
I play shows for no cash, promoters
Giving me bags of tickets for brews
Y'all call it paying dues, I call it
Nah nigga y'all figure I'mma give y'all
The benefit of raw lyrics for nil
Y'all be lining amateurs, we giving them skill
Got em hesitant to rap, seeking wreck to the bill
Stop the bull-ish for real, get this dog a deal
And everyone surrounding me can eat a hefty meal
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
Sometimes I gotta thank y'all for giving me squab
Thank y'all for giving me stress to
Force wrecks into spitting this hard
Got my young dogs ready to bark, something you don't wanna park
We got the puzzle pieces, y'all missing heart
We think of law, like generals y'all minimal thoughts
We're finished off, straight from the start, pray for the art
We can blaze spark, pop caps, til we sit back with the contact
Of cognac, finally think back when we was all strapped
With dollars, now we pile a stack on our mom's table, imagine that
Imagine life without the melodies of R-E
A whole different story, you wouldn't wanna hear the tale of Corey
I chris-ty applaud me for all we know
If what you need is to proceed then I'mma plead for you
Complete with true, elements to make you wanna
Roll up the ganja, pour out a beer then sip away the drama, c'mon
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
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It's that M dot S dot R, put me on told me don't stop
Keep rock, get it, get it, the heat pop
Ballistic 82 the young gunner, bum stunna spit it
If you want some of the real, launch none of the skill
Too ill, sit back and relax, you can sip the cognac
Or catch a mal-contact, as we blaze the bomb sack of this vibe
Feeling the high, we gon swim inside
This track, til the lord breaks tide
And it's alright, the conquest ain't too complex
Just bomb sex with the track mic making our palms sweat
On set and on sight, Mad's gon rock it all night
Chicks split, get quick, make sure that they fall tight
That's right, M dot non-stop, til the map is our home
Truth need be told, let it be known
Ballistic and I'll flip rhymes til the rhetoric's gone
You on my dome, Mad State'll get it on, c'mon
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
If you just let the truth be told, let it be known
Mad State we got the game sewn, c'mon
And let the truth be told, let it be known
MSC we got the game sewn
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
We gon give you just what you want, what you need
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We gon give you just what you want, what you need
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We live from day to day, come tomorrow in peace we rest and lay
Devil squeeze tighter where the necklace stay
Game of breath control take your breath away
Guess the words forever we can never say
I'm ashes of burnt poets to wreck of prey
Judge 'em fairly, too many rappers die yearly
Maybe never bury another MC in barrels empty
Feelings for Pac, and millions in shock
Imagine how the pain was aggravated
Calls from L.A., Biggie been shot
Slain soldiers, victims who bitten by Cain's cobras
It wasn't dope they sold us and plain it was truth
Maimin the youth, we aimin for truce
But still in all, seem the realest fall
And you let the bullspitters loose
I gotta tell ya, the devil smell your blood
And throw more slugs out of the barrel
Just to let your black touch hit thugs
What's your love for this game
Got to do with survivin the pain
Of livin in the shadow of your MC name
Cause it was truthfully Christopher Rios who died
And choosin between sides at times
Only see the artist's eyes
The art disguise what, civilized humane
On a mission like Harriet treated like Hussein
Lord please help me squeeze this pen tighter
Cause in spite of what y'all think, I drink night to
Day thinkin of mics to slay, I might just say
Many rappers'll leave here, wrecked so fight to stay
But a nigga with that attitude, we ain't mad at you
Def N Sabbin true in life, did what you had to do
Trouble we gon' stop to remember you
Cause you in motion meant poetry
For freaky type I write the letters O-N-E
Jehova we, hope to see rappers at peace
And Big L, I hope your album go like platinum at least
Poets that passed, bullets that blast, chickens with ass
You, know you shouldn't touch but you need 'em so bad
Open your bottles and pour
For the dead poets that passed (rest in peace)
"Big L" - Big L -scratching
"Rest in Peace Scientific" - 3rd Eye -scratching
"Shouts to my words"
"East coast, West coast, North, South"
"Slain soldiers rest in peace" - 3rd Eye -scratching
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