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In sixteen hundred seven
We sail the open sea
For glory, God, and gold
And The Virginia Company

For the New World is like heaven
And we'll all be
lies but my hunger is real

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Mademoiselle tell me do you
One hundred dollar bills

Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill
Stock markets just
on the hill by the lake
All real niggas can relate
You tryna book me for free?
But my rent is due on today
A better life is what we’re after
Because every dream
cleansed.
If I had any doubts, this experience cleared them.

[Bridge]
Now I know for sure that God is real.
I know that it's the truth by the way it
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god
me feel so sad. 

I want to earn the respect of my peers. 
If it takes a hundred years. 
I'd like to find out where they are by the way. 
I would
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need

Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another
like a sheep 
Don't blame me for all the years 
That you were asleep 

[Relax 
God is in control 
Watch the dot 
Take your meds 
Obey my demands
like a sheep 
Don't blame me for all the years 
That you were asleep 

[Relax 
God is in control 
Watch the dot 
Take your meds 
Obey my demands
What fear we felt in the silent age
Four-hundred years can He be found
But broken by a baby's cry
Rejoice in the hallowed manger ground

Emmanuel,
ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100

Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still
Victoria, Victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!

It's been a long time now since high school days
But when I'm
She makes me fly so free that's my philosophy
Everlasting love for everlasting G

a hundred magic rings
A hundred magic rings
A hundred magic rings
She
seen thunder
Got to working with his family
Building the ArkChorus repeat
100 years of banging tools
Laughed at by his neighbours scorn
40 days and 40
was my fukkin nigga
Woulda did a hundred years for you cuz I fuk wit ya
You taught me what a good heart in these streetz would get a nigga
Not
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
I don't have to, I got a record deal
For real, you heard, I chill and smoke herb
And how about these sexy singers, sex gods, talking about hitting
hundred men on a holy mission

My arms are tired and my feet are cold
Hoping for shelter I'm hungry for food
My eyes see fire, a gift from the gods
Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
happen to you
I was lookin' too hard for love that true
The real deal came out of the blue

I'd a bet you a hundred that I'd never find
That one in