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Wall Street Journal analysis 
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber 
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers 
Banking system with my
the canyon

A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you

Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you
fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88
By
Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
named Jill on the bus stop 
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe 
At that type of shit he's a pro 
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
named Jill on the bus stop 
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe 
At that type of shit he's a pro 
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
named Jill on the bus stop 
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe 
At that type of shit he's a pro 
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
Hills Mall
World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser
Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
me over the hill
It's probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like an obstacle,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in