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Transition Day

I have fixed my desktop computer so I am currently in a transition of moving files from my laptop over to the desktop.

As I transfer files from the Sony IC Recorder, I discover 2 tracks from Back 2 Tha Basics Disk 2 that I had mixed up using OTS Turntables.

I figured that since I am currently in a transition, and to mark this day's event, I will upload the original, mixed, and lyrics of the these tracks that I've created.

Want That Paper

I want that paper want that money, stack it to the roof mayne this shit aint funny/ I aint no dummy, so dont confront me, of not having knowledge of situations in the scean/

Strappin in my jeans, Lacin up my boots, pourin some water in my roots, I grow tall nigga/ No gun to shoot, I'ma appauled nigga, what if these niggaz follow nigga? Do I shoot em down nigga? Whats the deal, can ya teach me how to keep it real, cuz lately I aint feelin as Trill/ Is there a cure to this shit, can I take a pill, and the pain will go away self sustained heal?/

Wind mills keep the air roating and Pure, I've self generized I realized we've changed gears/ Every day I push from month to year, lookin for a better way to face the same man in the mirror/ I see haze sober, but when I faded it's clear, I cry happiness for dayz, but when there's sorrow I'm shedding no tear/ Learn to borrow, just ask, no sense in spending in fear, use your credit card hard, and you never used that gear/

Under water you can't breathe no air, chinese torture your ass, wit drops of water on the forhead you can not bear

Want That Paper Chopped & Mixxed

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Mix Up The Beat

Global Warning was turning this nation to torments debatin bout over heatin in a world of satin performin/ Nuttin but operation, operahs, and standing ovations, adult movie playing consits of rear penetration/ Dedication to making it, takin it, before we break this bread, gettin the first head, when a hoe approachin, to get quick to workin/ It's nuthin but a plan if you don't understand, then go sit in the stands with alot of my fans/

Mix up the beat, I put it down wit some heat, melt ice onto the street, soak da asphalt where you sleep/ I knock your ass out when you speak, make you black out for a week, when this tracks out you gon' play this shit over and over again/ I bet, I make a platinum hit, and not even take the credit, I'm wonder where I'm headed, I read in magazine that it's direction/ I'm goin for the postive, cuz thats the only what that you can live, if it's anything else you gone give alot of your effort away to the pigs/ And they be trowlin in the mud gazin searching for thug, to be blazin the bud, not paying attention just fading away just because/ they be down on their luck, looking for a job or sumptin like that, not giving a crap who see em act in a criminal way as matter of fact/

Mix Up The Beat Chopped & Mixxed