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anything done

You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
Media publication

Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

Gossip Folks

Missy Elliott

Totally Hip Hop

2003

a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his

Gossip Folks

Missy Elliott

Under Construction

2002

a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord

That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island

And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By

Runnin'

Game

Put You in the Game

2005

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're

even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad

Runnin'

The Game

Against Everything

2008

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're

the one you play on the album
More than the others

And that's why The Chris Allens spent a couple hours a day for an additional 4 months finishing
His

reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha

peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's

album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're

a little bit
But I'm still depressed, Pat the Bunny's dead, and Chris Clavin is a piece of shit
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met

Feed on the dead
Songwriters: Chris Barnes / Terry Butler / Greg Gall / Steven Swanson

Feasting on the Blood of the Insane from the Six Feet Under album

I want real love
That's the type that I give
I would love me some more love
If I don't get it I'll live
Every album is of piece of me
I be scared

took for that
So between the draw of jeans
Where I put the gat

Meek keep the piece
N' you know Mook 'll clap
Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap

took for that
So between the draw of jeans
Where I put the gat

Meek keep the piece
N' you know Mook 'll clap
Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap

Monetized the flow
But kept the soul just the same

We all soldiers in pain
On that coco and champagne
Y'all just so slow its a shame
Y'all just don't know

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For