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masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put
the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up
held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You
hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
you're hot.
[Producer 2:] Why would you want to make an album like this anyway?
[Barbra (sung):] Advancing art is easy.
[Producer 1:] I think we ought
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and 
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
the energy we bringing sure to carry away
A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate
If it’s necessary
Bumping Jeezy first album looking
I'll take another photograph
Before the old one fades
It reminds me of those things that past
And quickly passed away
But it comes on in the early
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
Suzie and Janeen, niggaz do shit like
This but its usually in their dream, gangstas don't sleep unless there guns by the bed,
Ever wonder why the bread
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed while six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But you ain't have to tell my
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones

[Chorus]

The years went by like sweet
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went
So
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
slammin' albums 
BDP rocks consistently

From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby 
Here's a hint: the public pays me 
So
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You