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Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
by the twirlies
It's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirty
Luv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early

[Chorus]
[Letha Face]
Why ... the angels
institution
Confusion, illusion, a misinterpretation
Of the original me
Confession, aggression, my time to end the session
One bang and I'm free
What big
Eyed Peas
    Drop It Low Lyrics
    by Ester Dean
    At The Bottom Lyrics
    by Brand New
    Somebody To Love Lyrics
    by Leighton Meester
good
"Niggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs... Luvs Pamper box nigga"
Ya niggaz is stupid

That nigga pussy doin pig Latin
He can't come to the hood
institution
Confusion, illusion, a misinterpretation
Of the original me
Confession, aggression, my time to end the session
One bang and I'm free
What big
You're in the mix wit your boyfriend baby, Bobby Bang, and its that time for the hot nine at nine with Tech Nine featurin' Shawnna. 'Bout ta wear
Let it go
Wha, c'mon
Somebody say hey
I'm just playin'

Before Palmdale, we use to stay
Deep in the hood where they sell yay
I seen
Top for top 
Slanging rock for rock 
Who want it nigga? 
Who want to face the truth? 
Who want to see what this big ass thing can do? 
Bang to few 
Who
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk 
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk 
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

[Chorus]
You finally get hurt murked put
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?

Don't
Speak of my language
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before
My crew bitch look

Hellur, straight crown and a bur
Si, man
'Cause it's like this

Twin forty-fives on my side
A big killer, filled with Mexican Pride
I'm wanted, dead or alive
I'm down for
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you wanna rap to the Sugarhill beat gotta rap
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
[Master G] Well if you're feeling alright and you think you're on
[Wonder Mike] Ah-somebody let me know
[Big Bank Hank] Well everybody in the place, put
It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang
came on
Then they went back off, we continued to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like they had somethin to prove
It was just the spirit got em, it
I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade

[Lil Wayne]
I'm just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide
gonna tell you a little story about the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
eyes close
I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' out my nose
There's somebody watchin' the Ack'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back