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One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
to see
They're part of Heaven right here on earth at Four-O-Thirty-Three

At all hours of the day, you can see many people drive by
For a look
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
Happy when the daylight comes creeping
Heralding the dawn

Sleeping when it's raining
And sleeping when it's fine
Trains travelling
By above
The shares are a penny and ever so many are taken by
Rothschild and baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake
And with a shudder despairing
can sail on
Just like if one and one were three

And everything was free
At the end of some rainbow
Just like a needle and a gun
A circle in a sun
I want more!

Count your blessings, one, two, three
I just hate keeping score.
Any number is fine with me
As long as it's more
As long as it's
Doin' what comes naturally

You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
Mr. Howell: The dinner was fine until she opened her mouth.
Oh, Candy! Oh, Candy! Behind her teeth 15 rats started screaming and sobbing. Candy
the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Whats up, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine
Presidents to represent me

Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit

Live out by
General guidelines to ride by
Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine
Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime
And nigga we
[Trina]

Shake the shake wit it [3x]
Dont be fake wit it 
Shake the shake wit it [3x]
Dont be fake wit it 

Shake It 

[Verse 1:]
Titties sit
but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm just a kid who blowing up
nice size titties
Baby so fine gotta let her ride with me
She the type of bitch get it if I fit it
You the type of bitch can’t get one penny
Smoke
Gladiator, illiminator and every day common incinirator
Perpetraders get tapered zoned to fire frequency
Blessed by predecessors so I've grown to mass fluidity
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
while the nurse brought me drugs
Took out the needle like Roc Raida and shot me up like Courtney Love
A fuckin' zombie on Haldon, look how I'm walkin'
about
('Bout, 'bout)
It's about one, two, three, four, five for the rating

A penny for the hating, y'all know my ways
Staying up in the game of this MC
pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay,
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I 'on
addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein,
And believe me, yeah were proud, coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore
needle outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter