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Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
a massive e-mail to the females
Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details

Cîroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
to know? when's our time to go
So kiss your kids and tuck em in good night

It'll be alright, its only life, I know yer
All Right its only life

Donnas
will be in stores now 
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
their backs turning away
With wishes of good luck

They say I'll be okay
These times go by so fast
I'll never have them back
I know that life will
a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise

Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down

Soon will be
"Nothing is for certain"
That's what the showman said
First you must open the curtain
And stand 'em on their heads

There can be no inhibitions
No
these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera
To hell with Gluck and Handel
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
the hood, we call him Rain Man

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my niggas, let's go!)
I want my
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
an Indian summer 
And plenty of places to play 
I can still hear 'em calling (far away) 
I can hear thunder (far away) 

Well the summers are hot
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Houses of the holy
Was an album by led zeppelin
I bought it on eight track
Not on cd
Fades out in the middle
The way an eight track's s'posed
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
you're a lady
     And ladies got class
     I don't need no Prima Donna
     All I need is a piece of ass
     Don't go, too slow
     I don't need
'em, I'ma show 'em

Ya'll can watch the way I throw 'em
Take what I instilled up in my poem
I'ma gonna go in like a surgeon
Urgin' ya'll to cease with
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love

[Chorus]

[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
to go
I can't even fade 'em

Yeah, so what you gon' do, man?
I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get em down and they on under clothes, in them
I get 'em fat come pickin' time
Get 'em fat come come pickin' time

The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky