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Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
about to jump off
[Silkk] when I stop by

[Master P]
We ain't LL but we jus those type of guys
Thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky
My wrist
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
the gate again  time to raise the stakes again 
Fatten my plate again  why'all cats know we always play to win 
G A N G  to the Starr's  son 
Haters  took
instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare
and be the sequel

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
I been through a lot of girls in my life
But never found one who down to ride like you ride
If it's
KAY STARR VERSION
The wheel of fortune
Goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way?
Will this be my day?

Oh, wheel of fortune
Please
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up! 
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz
the street love
Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again
Watch as we do it again

Btohers are amused by
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
photographs
Sung by Ringo Starr
Especially in the chorus part
You always said, "Now, don't you start." 

Don't you start, yeah yeah
Don't you start
Don't
get the chrome
Whatever it is, just please stop callin my phone

[Chorus]

Hustler, Baller, Gangsta, Caterpillar
Yeah, Who I Be, That's Curren$y
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
made-for- T.V. world
Creation by committee stunts the growth of boys and girls
I miss the live musicians like Ringo Starr and Gadd
Part of a dying race,
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued

Fate's right hand...I don't understand
Why thank you
(Pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)

(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(Oh
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
time to raise the stakes again 
Fatten my plate again  y'all cats know we always play to win 
G A N G  to the Starr's  son 
Haters  took this shit too
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
The meaning of the name GangStarr, well I'll tell ya
It means How far my mind can excel to
A greater type of thought, brought by the things that I've