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at the start of 1971, by the way. Best of vol.2, 1973 is the first actual Bee Gees album that had it. This is their second recording of it; that first one, was
didn't know at first I learned by doing twice
But still they come to haunt me still they want their say
So I learn to dance with my hands in my pants
I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long-haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your
I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
latest record spin on the radio 
It took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life 
***>>***
If you're gonna have a hit you gotta make
banks
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks
Give me a pen, a typa-writer then
I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men
With diction
banks
Sharp as shanks and poetry is like a cleat hanks
Give me a pen, a typa-writer then
I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men
With diction
control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get told
Yo two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me alazhay and Chrystal
Blows your mind
in my heart, skippin'
Your ways got me singing your praise with the next phase
I count the days, you're so amazin', I'm cravin' your skills
My
I did what I had to by seeing it through
I gave my best
I've hit some jackpots, I've made some mistakes
But I have no regrets

If there was another
You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another
Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother
It's okay mom 'cause your baby didn't suffer
Your baby
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
slow
And as I'm leavin' town I hit my best girl's house 
And hit 'er up for a travelin' loan
They just roll their eyes and peel me off a few fives
I recommend motherfuckin' hoes make your knees bend
You can't get with this on any day,
Best believe Murda One got the motherfuckin' bad ass ways
MC T on a hit and to make sure I don't miss,
Kick the beat as this fool persists

Step off me, get the hell off, well I'm riding
Flowing with
on camera 
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) 
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness 
As I hang with Jehovah's
was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash
robbing' old folks and making' the dash"
They did
still lifted
Niggas can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flipping my adversaries, gettin' the dick swiftly
Niggas are swinging wild, but they styles
then let's cast the first stone

You think equal rights means equal hits
(We're sick of all your tough guy shit)
As you leave the show with
cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another
fall.
Down will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm
Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
And bang all your European Pamela Lee's
Fuckin' aye, or how we say it round my way
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit
of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day