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R&B singers B2Gay (you know they broke up over money)
Oh yeah, thats too bad, I dont care
I think its good, no doubt
They can stop putting
you can be
Word, censorship of reality

Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me

Suckers don't, but
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?) 
Nothin', aah, nothin' (They happen to be donuts?) 
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout
say, I got it, I'll give it
But praise for the days when I used to be tramp
And had to freeload of my Earth's food stamps
Til I stopped, paused, start
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
super dick
It's a ah nut, then I be ghost
You got ta be clean everything not gross
I bust a ill style that your ears are not used to
Beat nuts make
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay
money
All dem by da bar 
So you know I'm bout ta get skumy
I move so swift
Gonna be da shit
And if your swagga right
Den come and holla at a bitch
I'm
someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get back
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
better move it

Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
Ah, see I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you wanna be my baby you got ta gimme money"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I knocked her
better move it

Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get back
a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper
Wisconsin-style, over the limit by forty miles
why'd she smile?, 'cause I
the foundation crumbles
Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles
Scandals, sure you got hand skills
But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer
you're hot

Ah see I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you want to be my baby you got ta gimme money!"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I
you're hot

Ah see I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you want to be my baby you got ta gimme money!"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I