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inner-city drive-by thing
Morning, fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
calls for wine but they'll only serve him water
The bartender say, “We don't sell sympathy”

He tells a strange story about his father
How Sunday mornings
[Ill Bill]
I eat politicians for breakfast
Till infinity it's endless
Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it
Presidents, Supreme Court
understand that love is stronger than...
It'll serve you longer than pride.
Now father, lend me your strength.
I know you think I'm weak, but I'm not
lonesome tune
for the boy had gone and taken with him his song of the local yodeling fool

one day farmer Bill had his truck parked on the hill
with his
corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space

For both passed him by with the speed of light, not
hard
See, I can go harder than him (I'll go longer than him)
Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend

I know (I know, I know)
You think that you
Haters say I’m whack, paint me as that one villain
But I’ll be nice longer than they gon’ be unwilling nigga!
Now I’m only chasing bills hard
You won’t
Someday we'll have one extra coastline
We'll tire of the Atlantic
By then we'll be rid of your lot
A shot heard 'round the world will soon be
Someday we'll have one extra coastline
We'll tire of the Atlantic
By then we'll be rid of your lot
A shot heard 'round the world will soon be
rebirth
Burnin' up the branch and the root
The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit
Turning me ill
Let him who stole, no longer steal
clothes
And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door
They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong
I'm guilty of all
It last longer if take a picture
It Viktor the slickster
I pick her
Sips Schlitz malt liquor

Still up in the mixture like a fixture
Y'all seen
They say

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent years
I serves hit for hit, and motherf***ers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And n****s call me
the beginning of the season
Does he agree?
It's been three months, he never comes to see the show
Even a word from him, just one

You may get more than that
glow
Passion was like crazy whoah
Doted on another though
So of course I let her go

Oh no my adrenal recipe's
Overloaded by phenylalanine
If it
chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep droppin'

Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me
He works two jobs now just to pay the bills
Honeymoon is over seems love has lost its thrill
He blames her and God knows that she blames him
Loves
done
Pretty soon I meet my maker
Thee creator, the one and only true time taker

Bushwick Bill:
How much more longer I got life left
You don't know
is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)

Finessed a plug by the track
I hop on a jet, I go to Quebec
I went to the jeweller didn't know what I wanted
As for pops, I never got to see the man
But I heard he took matters in his own hand
In the streets he was up on it, well renowned
And if you put him down,
(Hank Card/Kristen Nelson)
You've all heard tell of Pecos Bill
Who rode a cyclone 'til it broke
Well, at the Texas State Fair
There's an even bigger