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Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust

Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin
Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could`ve put down on a crib
I does
you feel what I am feelin'
Tell me how it's gonna end, alright
 
So woman you know most times I wish that I
Could be forever by your side and ever
floatin', hopin' I could find peace somewhere.

In my mind, my sounds like ooh,
When I'm gone it feels like ooh,
When I'm zoned, I'm feelin' alright, I'm
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
after I bust one!

[BR]	Yo Mos Def!
[MD]	Alright okay
[BR]	How you feel?
[MD]	Feelin great
[BR]	Whatcha want?
[MD]	I wan' do it to death, whassup
and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nigga shit be straight fucking up the white folks
That's why they with it now, because niggas like me and you
We
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer
get by 
Hey hey hey hey, man I gotta live my life 
Like I ain't got nothin' but this roll of the dice 
I'm feelin' like a Monday, but someday I'll be
is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar, Money and my man Wiz
The posse is here in full
2 Unlimited

Ready, ready, ready for this 
Feel the base, you just get closer 
Be impressed by the words I chose of 
Once again kickin' it live
gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright

Time's
willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me, wet me with your love
bottle up inside

And when you stop and think about it
Ain't that what it's supposed to feel like
Oh when it's right
Judging by the way I'm feelin
him know that he's remembered by my crew.
And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime.
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign.

[Monoxide Child]
I
helped, it's gettin' cold
Better bring your ski clothes, peeking through the keyhole
The door locked by myself and I'm feelin' it right now
Cause it's
To the point where all these other women Kinda feelin' like you stole their shine
So I better come with it,
Ha, and I better come split it
And I admit that
To the point where all these other women Kinda feelin' like you stole their shine
So I better come with it,
Ha, and I better come split it
And I admit that I’m
some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long
(Please nigga, push on)
Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
Can't mess with these street sharks
the gals they take to me I'm feelin' as high as a kite
With magical power I dance by the hour with pretty girls holdin' me tight
Day dreams so sweet...

I
why) 'cause I got her open (Alright)
That pussy soakin' (Uh)
Fuck is you promotin' (Uh)
Yea, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in Oakland
and 24's
Where I'm from that's what we live for, the ghetto so

If you're livin' in the ghetto and you're feelin' me
Let me hear you say oh, oh, oh, oh