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Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever (Explosions in the Sky) · RAS Portraits (Freddie McGregor) · Portraits (Emmylou Harris) · Portraits on Standards (Stan Kenton) · Piano Portraits (Phineas Newborn, Jr.) · Lifetime Intimate Portraits: Christmas Belles (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Kenton Portraits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portraits (Martin Taylor) · Calling All Portraits (Devin Hoff) · Portraits [Bonus Tracks] (The Buckinghams) – and 90 other albums »


of horsepower so I'm able to stick 
Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip 
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X 
And if we coo', then I
of horsepower so I'm able to stick 
Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip 
You pay thirty for the 'Kiss, one hundred for The L.O.X 
And if we coo',
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (Yeah)
And if we cool, then I write
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket
just a (fag?)

Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Slowly I start walking to the door

Cab arrives he blows his horn, I stumble at in the early morn
Tell him of the place I've got to go
[?] a hundred
the game wrong
You seen us on MTV and our album on the shelf
4-5 hundred strong and we ain't need no fuckin help
Fuck a hype man we can crank the show up
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto supastar since my first album _blunted_
I used to work at foot locker, they fired me and fronted
Or I
the shit hey and ion care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 hundred it ride factory
tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word
tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word
be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket
the shit hey and ion care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 hundred it ride factory
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
Got that vision of Pac
Although I'm branded as Oprah
Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
the shit hey and ion care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 hundred it ride factory
just a (fag?)

Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Hundred grand, tell em’ bring a mop
Pop a bottle, pop a tag and bust a dance move
Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
Shorty pop pill, pop pussy
Bust
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got