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you out
Your Mother had you naturally
Naturally's the way you came out

You know your your own mind
And you show it to me
Give me the high sign
When you
sadeed

[William Cooper]
I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces
Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred
Life's
You ain't got the raw plus you twenty gram shorter
M.O.P. ban orders, I show you niggas "Faces of Death"
Manslaughter, live on a camcorder
My
wit' me, 
Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (Streets), 
Cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, 
Gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin',
can tip it up
Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh

You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah
And then I feel you when I keep pace,
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Market, gotta relax, exoticness
Yo this is it, history in the making
Killah Priest, Tragedy, and Black Market
William Booth,
the canvas is your mind
When you visualize, you can see it like an art show
It's warm like a bullet goin' through the Pope shirt
Sinkin' in the lungs
give me bravos, and that shows 
Total domination in this rhyme complication 

Yeah the skill is a cinch I rock the womb with a mic 
And in the days
door
And I don't want my business on 'The Wendy Williams Show')
I can tell that you're losing patience looking at your face
So get up out this club
wit' me, 
Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (Streets), 
Cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, 
Gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin',
people
They're William the Conqueror's strain
If they ever knew I'd been talking to you
Why they'd never look at me again

I'm Burlington Bertie, I
to capture
I'm ready for the rapture
Show me the arms of wickedness, Im ready to fracture
Light and dark, time and Space
Im waiting on Pinocchio to spite
throw them to his face, I got him by four inches
He real upset, mad and heartbroken
She told me not to pay him no mind and keep strokin'
Yo, can they
[Intro]
Baby baby I miss you I need you here with me my life is incomplete how I
long to see your face I miss your pretty smile without you theirs
this out of my face i told you i don't want anything to do with 

your dirty money 

(master p) 

what 

(mercedes) 

i told you you need
as I walk with a millennium limp
Talk what I walk, just be do what I've been taught
See sirens show up, and now line 'em and chalk
O.G.'s show me
Minstrel Show" is provided by the Atlantic Group
In association with ABB Records
Production design by Frank William Miller Jr
Executive producers: Lowest
need to be hung out
But first
Before I begin this freak extraction technique
Spit your gum out
And let me show you how I can do the cleezy
It's so
frustration 

Lord Jamar, I'ma show love to all my people who show 

To me that's how it's gotta be 

Peace to Prodigy and Mobb Deep 

God's working
and slam one in your face (FACE!)
I do what I gotta do, murder international
Ghetto problem we're blastin you to put you in your place!

[Hook One:
I was a lad in a fishing town, an old man said to me,
"You can spend your life, your jolly life, a-sailing on the sea.
You can search the world for
Show me some more! (work)
Is that all you got?! (work)
You got to make me believe it girl! (work)
See'mon now!

I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now
you must face your own fate
no straight path so is life nothing is straight
maybe one day you'll wake up and realize
you the live by the sword you die
to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos All
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with