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step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business
A, girl I used to know
B, came my one and only
C, she is all alone
D, pressing, feeling lonely
E, ventually she opened up
F, effortlessly
(yeah that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy I will toast
That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy
(yeah that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy I will toast
That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy
Q.B. since 1933
To nine-six nine-six motherfucker
Check the shit

Nine-six, Escobar 600

Check the shit
My mindset, son got wet
I'm vexed really
They
(yeah that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy I will toast
That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy
balance with some sense of bliss in the foulest degenerates, my New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges
I'm just 'gon bend 'em toward
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension

With the glare but
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
But then game got kilt
Cuz the girl kept pushin' my head all up under the quilt
And I was like damn, you must be sick
You mean you'd rather have
khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open
in tears 
The man downstairs must have had too many beers 
Now every night of my life he beats his wife 
[Until the day I die] 
Until the day I die
flights of fancy from the abstract mind
Of a hip-hop super nerd, as long as the truth is heard
The truth must be spoken
My youth has been smokin
After my shows it's a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo

To the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her
my disbelief 
And bathed me with her ever-smile. 
And with a howl across the sand 
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound 
NO-ONE
get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha

It's like
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz

Niggaz
a pen, ill be home around 10
And if you just let me in, I'll be your new best friend
And just when I'm about to leave, yo she pulled me by my sleeve
Telling my wife who I was dancing with like I was fucking
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beaming
To the concrete jungle
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
of life and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my
of his fate
To wait another day would be far too late

"Go fetch me my coat and my tie
And the cheapest labor that money can buy
Saddle me up my buckskin
the pushers the sharks and vultures 

Things that happen when it reaches dark 

And all the things you hear about Central Park 

You got to be down,you
this guy
He must be about a hundred foot tall
And he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph
I write 'nobody' and then
I wrap myself up in my