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gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor
(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)

Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
bubbling
Diana Ross the boss of the rock 
Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot
With a dime as nigga who be tossing knots
Every bitch hating 'cause
dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm
Some Things You Never Get Used To
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson) 

Charted for 7 weeks in
And if lovin girls is wrong I don't want to be right 
'Cause my man Babyface said that it's no crime 
And of course I'll work Diana Ross overtime 
You
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
Had a million in my bank before I solemn bought the deal
Had a million in my bank before I
no dummy, that's the s*** I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin

In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke
that's the shit I'm sprinklin'
The album width to keep the registers ringin'
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London,
the percussion
When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I
Brothers was layin' down the percussion
When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside

[HooK: Nas]
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
to be the boss, up in this here floss shit
Hit the lot went by the knot, don't even ask what the cost is
It's hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got
went about all the wrong way
She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars
Now I fill wid King
like Diana Ross 
From me G Rap, yo, truly yours 

(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man) 
Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad 
And try
in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I
take the green by a automobile machine, for 

That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine. 

Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out 
Ouch! 

[Rick Ross] 
Bitch I got money too 
"Trilla" album comin' soon
cause I'm the boss
So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
Because they know what the time is
I rock [edited] for the fly kids, be	-men,
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September
stop] and fuck a glock I'm fuckin with a 6R
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it

I be more hipper than
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga