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Albums:

So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Never Never Never/Good, Bad But Beautiful (Shirley Bassey) · Never, Never, Never (Shirley Bassey) · Enough Is Enough (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough/Hear & Now/Creatures of Habit (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough (Robbie Rivera) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) – and 90 other albums »


spittin that shit ever since coke crushed 
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time 
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
Get dressed at seven
Be up by nine 
I'm up all night
These friends of mine

The needle drops
The stereo gives
Its never too late to learn how
carried some of my sons.

you let me change the radio station in your car,
Do you remember that time I raised my voice 
Because you said you'd never ever
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father how
in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not fool
But it
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise,
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My
Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red
than I'v ever been
Talent, 
If it?s classic it?s gonna last forever than I?m everywhere you never been and better than I ever been 
Classic
Better than
nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot
What?
Don't stop
Give it all you got
You lot
What?
Don't stop
Yeah

Working for a rise,
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
around
That he was damn sure good-looking enough
So she worked her way over
She shot him a wink
He took his last five bucks
He bought her a drink
By
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
heard Planet Rock
Word is over, the God
Staten Island, for real, for real

I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit
Them niggas never
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's

Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'till it get sky high
Life
By Marshal Mathers
What is life? 
Life is like a big obstacle 
In front of your optical to slow you down 

And every time you think you
to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house up to something
Selling
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)] 
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!) 
Yo, It never stops, what?! 
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking