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a good look bitch
It might be last time you'll see gangsters like this
Then (get away) cause somebody bout to die
And its going to be a stampede when
on the corner goin (ooh ooh)
Holdin they mouth shock as fuck I just had to air that boy out (get away)
And now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800
on the corner goin (ooh ooh)
Holdin they mouth shock as fuck I just had to air that boy out (get away)
And now theres blood on my tims snitches callin 1 800
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers


Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
and tanks the worlds best surgeons
Plus robes made with swede and knitted by virgins,
First breath of the day could be my last so I flash
Give my niggas
and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by
Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky
Thinkin you fly, signin
and that isn't all
I gave my love to you each time to make amends
Suddenly I start to realize I can´t make it
Pretty birds fly away, I had to leave you for
with a two-dollar perm
Man that put me in a dillemma case-in-point a fly girl named Jemma
I met this lady at a quiet place,
About five years ago we
fly away, I had to leave you for my health´s sake
What to do? Make you pay, for leaving you, my fine, is to pay forever
So if a fresh new love comes
and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by
Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky
Thinkin you fly, signin
ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical
Mr. Tim's other hand
fly away, I had to leave you for my health´s sake
What to do? Make you pay, for leaving you, my fine, is to pay forever
So if a fresh new love comes
billion dollars
Have you heard
That President Bush, Santa Claus and Green Goblin
Sadam Hussein, Spiderman and Bin Laden
Britney Spears, Jesus
They call me a gorilla when I'm on my grizzly
And I don't need a honey to be all that I can be

Last seen on the cover of King by the way name's Free
But
Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'ma fly the kite
And Robyn Givens, she's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson
Oh poor baby, maybe I'm just
For real I came charged off the Staten Isle
I'm like three or four down twisted
Givin' away smoke
Sweatin' takin' off my coat
Money walked by all fly
come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin'
I'm tryna to blow it all in one week,
Fuck with me, Triple C's,
Boss (I'm Speedin', I'm Speedin'), I'm a fly away on you haters,
And I came up so fast,
first of all ya look at me close searchin' for lines
Thankin' that you can get in my mind, thankin' that I'm
A lightweight, left fly straight in one wait
acquire company out of necessity and lack of currency. 
We run by the seat of our cash, buying into everything within a money shot. 
I'm blocking bullets
full of hate.
Body rots away, what is mine incubates.

[Chorus 1x]

[Monoxide Child]
They label me a paranoid schizophrenic.
Known on this planet.
For
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
like I can fly no more
But I can't forget the motto, motto
No more mediocre, just getting by though
I'm in His image, I been down for a minute
But
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning

I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know

Girl you