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fall
It's us versus the all
From the cats to the dogs forever
Yeah, yeah

I let that one rock
I let that one rock

This that bonus track, this

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a kill-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill
Boy niggas run up, they say

boy catch up
Pool junkie rack up (?) act up
Trunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed up
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Double parked on murder lane
187 my

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just

really mean it when I know it's cap
Cause once your son is born you really don't have time for rap
Story highlights of your kid growing up
You fall deep in

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all

track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my

of a OE
Boy, that's growing pains
Yeah, growing pains
Havin' nights where I'm going too wild to fall to the temptations of the lifestyle
Boy, that's

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

when I come back, you get played like notes

I stretch out bands like a waste line
Club going up now these fans wanna FaceTime
Bust when I rush gotta

losing track of time
Oh my, I think I have a type
Cause I like the boys who need to be fixed
I only want guys who don't let me kiss them in public
That's

is the cause
God is the mastermind behind it all Growing up level up
Full on beard still I don't feel man enough
I don't know why it's so tough
A boy

Numbers dont lie
Call me the one and only
Woke up in a bow tie
Forty thousand feet up so high
Where’s the ATM machine I hope that shit goes by

I like

diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my

and Perceval lashes out
Kicks the Red Boy up to his guts, the posse laughs and shouts
Kaye stares down the mare

You're hidin' something rare
Behind those

think press send
Get by on the see
Gon got that degree
But Never again please
Just a grown up acting 8
Tell me I'm wrong get punched in the face
Tell me

won't stop
Full track star when I run it up

Hold up bitch
I win the race
I am determined, see it on my face
I got them reminiscing what I ate
Point out

Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in

the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out

a bitch, hella nasty (yeah)
Walking out in public, swaggin' out like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street

the ball
Who gone be by yo side if you ever fall?
Had to turn up my focus need adderall
Came up from none had to make something shake
Certified lover boy I