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Giving up Giving In (Sheena Easton) · Lyve from Steel Town (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve from Steel Town [CD/DVD] (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve Twytter (The Byrds) · Lyve (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour [DVD] (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour [DVD] (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve from Steel Town (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Lyve: The Vicious Cycle Tour (Lynyrd Skynyrd) – and 43 other albums »


Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name me king
Name me king
I took the crown, infiltrated
greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin'
met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down, fat bullet, fat head make a p**** sound
Hard head soft a** make a gushy
You always
stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
the guido, U.P.S
You always
stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
the guido, U.P.S
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands,
to the eye
The end situation could leave your ass dry
That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by

My man P put me
us on the be	-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya

Pina Colada champales
us on the be	-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya

Pina Colada champales
static, I strap tools
Next up!

Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony

[Erick Sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got,
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!

[red]	yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
bids
It's about time to start another, robbing spree 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas
wise guy 

Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by 

Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone 

Answer wrong, cause I'm
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
undeniable, and 
apocylptic.

[Dom Pachino, P.R. Terrorist]

I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night
food for thought, hold down a fort
up
is worth
Giving up a verse the curse occurs a thirst
To burst first breaking through the center of the universe
Slamming down on the lingo flow so
back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome

This is the Carter y'all
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Brooklyn baby reborn
Tripping up, you lukewarm
This is like a warning Flatbush swarming Nike shoes on
Prove them critics wrong getting cream bitch I love
manifest is worth
Giving up a verse the curse occurs a thirst
To burst first breaking through the center of the universe
Slamming down on the lingo flow
[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob
Chorus 2x

Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you fuck
That's how it goes

[master p]
Young nigga tryin' to get rich
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