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Mikes
Or a lifetime supply of Air Force One Nikes.
Your Love Is
Like a one to your real
And 106 and Park or my own label deal.
Your Love Is
She said
Went on a boat going down by the river
Plenty more supplies
Seen a lot of planes going up in the air

Do you ever get the feeling
That
The knowledge that I can't be what you need
Is cutting off my air supply
And yet this information hasn't reached my heart
And that's why I still try

They
to 
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
Little things, that you do,
That we shared,
Me and you,
Air I breathe, 
You supply me with such wonder stuff
Just one touch is all I need

It
eyes

That was nice, whoo! Typical nice, right Philadelphia? Right?
Yeah, I mean, you know (can you turn on the air conditioning, please?)
Can you turn
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
the Air Ones, the Hustler shoe, that's what I'm accustomed to

How many y'all got criminal minded you you you y'all don't be blinded
Me I got no jewels
times, times…

Just wanted to call to let you know how proud I am
Sweetie, this album is amazing
I have never imagined that God would bless you so much
The most important truth is love, all you know and all you need to know, as the poet says
What was that beauty, what's the difference?
Love your family,
to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta
ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up
still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch
black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get
ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
throw your hands up in the air 
BDP rockin' without no fear 
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is 
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
need love
We need love like the water
Like the air we breathe, luvy
You know what I mean, like where I cum from
We only wanted to be loved
We only
the street to the vest
Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
Got you under pressure, hairline receded effects
Hot air niggas I only feel
don't go far
I just go crazy
I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines
And if you judge me tonight
Judge me by the songs I write
rapper
But have to, show these muthafuckas what I'm after

I'm after ya soul, and after that, ya album
Beef after to that, Lounger Lo packs the gat,
backwards 
Shooting air balls at the basket 
What you call money, I pay more in taxes 
I got crowned king down in Africa 
Out in Niger?, do you have any
happens when you make shit that?s timeless 
That?s what happens these rappers is the pioneers 
What do it take to be a legend like Nas is? 
That?s so