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Fresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 work
Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki 
I clock two grand a day,yet I was born to play
Who me at micky dee's?It
[Music by: P. Wagner]
[Lyrics by: P. Wagner]

[a. The devil's triangle]

Tell the press that we can't say more,
There's nothing that we know 'bout
a song about the pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies

And it's down you go
Down below, Jack
Where you never see
that men have died for to protect 
The women and men who have broke their necks 
for the freedom of speech 
The United States government has sworn
stashed
Loud work, hope it don’t smell
Can’t afford to take another L
First class, no feeling
F**k school he about to fail
It’s all him, he ain’t finna
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote
like old sneakers from telephone wires

[50 Cent:]
Flip mode!

[Chorus: Missy]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it
the last one left

I eat and sleep the worst s***, turfs and birth
Me and my team super supreme puttin' in work
I'm pa**ed out, drunk as a f***, till it
government of the people, by the people and for the people
Shall not perish from the Earth."
Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19, 1863 at Gettysburg,
chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
see you more than baby, it's more like hell
You screw a little girl and end up in jail
Even though she seems she's 19
You're looking at her body
still
My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
I put the work in, any predicament
In fact it don't matter to me
The rap Oprah Winfrey with less
I'm there with a Carmelo uniform
I jerk to a pawn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I
is low
F-Y-I I am ready to go
People say men are just like kids
Never saw a kid behave like this

What you give is exactly what you receive
So
but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with the pale face
the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
you all dinners, no protection
Tired of hearing these deadlines, no reception
Need work like wi-fi, no connection
We The Best men be the best in, cause
in your face
Not payin' attention, lunchin', gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin' ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa

Momma,
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa
Momma,
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy
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through change

Those who know don't talk
And those who talk don't know a thing
Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been
f***in' no more
I'm makin' b****es jerk till I squirt
All my b****es work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's