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been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy

You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
jumping off bridges 
pony pasture cuts our knees 
chased by bums and ghosts on bridges 
pony pasture cuts our knees 
chased by bums and ghosts on belle
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill


Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money
A shot clock is
no contest
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill

Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money
A shot
I never wanted to be 
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie 

Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
(feat. Jade, Sonny Black)

[sped up vocal sample]
It's collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld
Collld cold, in this big city babe
Ahh but that don't
(feat. Jade, Sonny Black)

[sped up vocal sample]
It's collllllllllld! Col-hoh-ollllld
Collld cold, in this big city babe
Ahh but that don't
the ends did ya favors
Damn, why you want to stick me for my papers

Cheryl "Salt" James:
Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb
How
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
Fire!

Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like James
The day I
it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
get the dutch
Spics and niggaz collide but where our mental is aimed?
Doing drive-by's in rentals with James
Or whatever his nickname is 'cause when
the real world
And as for the little girl, and cousin named James Earl
They had to make ends meet, startin from scratch be	
While pops hold the cash, moms is
that did it
He used to be a nice looking dude, the ladies' choice
He would charm them all with the sound of his voice
He's not a sucker, a bum
crew hit, fuck you thought'
Bum bitch smokin' that Newport
Hoe keep talkin' 'bout 'fuck me''
Man, fuck that bitch
Hoe told you she ain't fuck me'