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Or chris blackwell
Gotta get them stacks well
United states postal service lame
We stack mail

Save some instruments
Cause we'll give you the blues
Hopping out the Saab
Chris Hansen
Dancin’ in a Swiss mansion
Shorty gorgeous
Daddy keep the wrist handsome
Old Impalas
Keep them jumping like they
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
to think let me puff
This Buddha blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and there's a
Freak deep
Brooklyn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too

[Prodical]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myself eatin' these
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
sours
But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
I'm from the east where each and every
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
missin
Its old tradition how we click and fall in position
The rap coalition, we gettin rich an

[A+]
Poetically I'm deadly like a crucifixion
Buddha
get blessed in the red or get blessed in the blue
on the 34th floor they got them G's claimin true
So whatcha gonna do, young killa

[Lord Infamous]
Ya
niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it
niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,
like a crucifixion
Buddha addiction
Dismissin' competition when they roll with friction
My whole crew be schemin' flippy
Like ixing for that chicken
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
Oogin oh, holdin it down believe me
It's feezy's of the heezy, We be in somebody's basement beats by Jason
And Gran call me Chris and Jason

(Nelly)
You
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said