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Cross over the river the gold is waiting
And it's years since the colour I've seen
And it's no use just sitting and Lady Luck blaming
I'll
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album, and has also been released on the stonehaven
skills
That's a gift, it's real
Get ill, what you spit
Got the power to uplift a hill

I wish I could talk to Lauryn
I mean, excuse me Ms. Hill
let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that,
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
album went gold, So you mad at me,
Cause my first joint went triple P, and no matter what I do,
When I step in the tube, the girls they love me,
Only
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)

D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
briefcase 
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped 

Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure 
Space investor,
I'll come wack when LL loses the hat 
Better yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds 
I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega-phones
come because for that liquor I'll be charging
And take down these directions
It's right past the intersection
Make a right at the light
It's
am just so excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it’s definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the 8th wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save
A little league in the time that I'm so free
It's snow days
Midachellow park with a sledge in the hills and were flying through oak trees
It's the kid who
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop
And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe
I heard your album man if thats what you call it
Another gangster
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka

Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'
the meme of the Jordan face with all of the tears
What most of you analysts ignore, it’s my explosive animal allure
I went the way to get in the way of my
Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

	Leave me alone, leave me alone!
	(Politics, politics..)
	Leave me alone, leave