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It started when the neighbors saw my fancy new T.V
That opens up the gate outside my home
And let's me let in anyone I really want to see
And keep
to be friends
I can tell that we are going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look
going to be friends
I can tell that we are going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
to be friends
Yes I can tell that we are going to be friends
Walk with me Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We can rest upon the ground
And look
the deal
Everyday another place, every night another show
From Mississippi to Missouri man I gotta go
See every night is different, but really it's all
gon make it happen while you look to the sky 
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's don't ask me-why
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make
ain't enough, got the boyz in blue, 
still roughin' me up, on the T.V. news still talking it up, 
never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up
blue still roughin' me up
On the T.V. news still talking it up
Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up

Methods of Mayhem, Filthy and Dutch
I walk
be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look
why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go

[Murphy Lee]
I'm just a dirty from the Lou, I
we got, that's why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go

[Murphy Lee]
I'm just a dirty
mean
RDVs 55th paul's liquor try and talk slick if you crazy
Results in getting stomped by doc and stu-baby
Keep ridin paseo for me 
If you ridin
they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show ''em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, n****s talkin s*** get
what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like
3-1-4

Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Tell me again, where you guys from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call
without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty
I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
want to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back,
want to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back,
through Ju-Ju-and-Ju
like a holocaust with no remorse
The blue collar boss, known at the {?}
Punk rappers attack us like Lee patches tryin to rip us off
What you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can show you
[Zion I] 
Dear Lord you show me the best of times 
You show me the worst of time 
Confusion all over my mind but still I be bustin' rhymes 
And I
Lee hit me with the alley hoop
So I took it to the hole with mic control
Livin in the new school but I like the old
Yo - so - I'm about to go way back
the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some major sagging
mill skin found

Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr.