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I hate you as many as you are!

Enthroned on the highest chair, a little
Tiny peek at me and then back to your world
Playing for the staff that
give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some
for nines?
Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Knockin me for the words I write
For writin movie
and through?

See who you are
Deep in the core
Under the paint
Under It All

Paint me your face
And please be revealing
What are you dreaming?
What are
those words that helped to lessen my fears
You put your faith in me
You could relate to me
You gave me love when I saw the world was hating me
So now I'm
Stop forwarding that crap to me

Like glittery hearts and unicorns and pictures of somebody's cat
Now tell me in what alternate reality 
Would I care
than I could ever hope to repay,
But you know the nicest thing about it all....
That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full'
For
thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good
the bill
I know what you look like but looks can be decieving
Let me tap the brain so I can justify the reason
Why I'm callin' your name in my sleep
Why I
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for ya'll niggas
Cause your my niggas
that, say I sound repetitive
Hatin' in your blood, you was born to be negative

Never been
I struggle every day but I just can't let the devil in
And if I
I'm gravy
I went back to the projects, and two mill in Mercedes
I get head from your lady, have her bill me later
I'm on school with the hustle, just
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
my children close to me
Hope to be, the best mama that I can
Precious Lord please take me by my hands
And guide me with ya righteous wings
Cause I
of the

Northwest now



Our hearts in places mending

You know this moves through your endings



We hold strong through suffering eyes

You'll see the fear within
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all niggas
Cause your my niggas
nice, shots on moi, an eye sore I seen in plain sight
I'm too literal, cloud highest bidder
Waging wars in your area, we breaking sound barriers
Light
between one and ten 
And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go

My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
Hope to God for mercy 
And next time don't be a liar 
Be for real, 
Cause a real nigga never dies 
Now I know who love's me 
Just by looking
Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm