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Albums:

Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Tej Leo (?), Rx/Pharmacists (Ted Leo) · Leo Kottke (Leo Kottke) · Leo Sayer Live (Leo Sayer) · Leo Kottke Anthology (Leo Kottke) · Lo Esencial Leo Dan (Leo Dan) · Tej Leo (?), Rx/Pharmacists (Ted Leo) · Alors Léo, Vol. 2 (Léo Ferré) · Léo Ferré [2000] (Léo Ferré) – and 90 other albums »


you take the whole of time represented by one year
But only in the first few moments of the 1st of January
It's a long way to go
And no, we're not
bar-code is divided into two parts by three markers
And those three markers are always represented by the number six
'6 6 6'

And what does it say?
No one
down, airing out the ride
got a loaded 45 inside
that keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith and Wesson got a scope too
and I may have caught
Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go 

Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza 

Nigga's coke so raw, you gon need a sampler 

Niggas
Chocolate or Vanilla
Or ya somewhere in between
Like cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this
ha check out this bizarre 
rapper style used by me the B.I.G. 
I put my key you put your key in money we'll be seein' 
Will reach the fuckin'
catch me with a 38, box and shells 
In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells 
Order to go, always got a box of L's 
Blow, stay on the low 
Get a Henney
me with a thirty eight, box and shells 
In a 98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells 
Order to go, always got a box of L's 
Blow, stay on the low 
Get
stay bangin, my one, two thangin
Is exemplified by the comp left hangin
Percussion's our weapons, drums are smith & wesson's
Lyrics poppin off leaving
check every 15 days
I remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
Cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy
Caught up in the madness
This freak was the baddest
I
and all that follow
Jonadabs that cannot go to Heaven"

I was fooled again
I had made up my mind
That truth comes in styles

I was fooled again
Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shannon Scott, LaRock in the jams
Why would they fuck with a don, Jehovah witness
Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic
Punch Buggy sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who?
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin' through
A single shot make your knees
winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us 
Tryin' not to let this
ha check out this bizarre 
rapper style used by me the B.I.G. 
I put my key you put your key in money we'll be seein' 
Will reach the fuckin'
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that
position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth
survival
That's why we invest in the smith and wesson
That's why we gotta stay ready for any enemies testin' me

I pity the fool who gets between me
rails
Can't even go in a jam without a bitch grabbin my hand
And squeezin my ass sayin "Youse the man!"
That's who the fuck I be
I got a, college degree,
the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was
pet came fetchin 
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!) 
CL and double X.L ring a bell 
Supplied by the inside, never been
the microphone

Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
[Background] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown"

[Ruck]
I'm telling you man cut it out
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order
the Smith and

[Chorus]

D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie

It's sure