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a real musician
Frida drew the moon
I’m goin’ by Louise’s Church
She built in the city
Art of grace and style
That could make me smile
Talk to me
My little girl was playing with her friend from down the street
She took her by the hand and said there's someone you should meet
And then they
words
Throw away your spears
You talk of times of peace for all
And then prepare for war

All the people with dreams, all mothers with sons
All people
music) get on the dance floor 
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about, talk about 
C'mon 
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about (uh-huh) 
Talk
The daylight fades and the stars comes out
But there's never much to talk about
Another day goes rushing by and here we are just wondering why
We
Caesars and Neros
Men of infamy and fame
Now we've got Jo Jo
Have we sunk so low
Guess I've got myself to blame
An eye for an eye
Won't get you by
have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have a gangsta lean
(Talk about the gangsta lean)
Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean
the sunshine so come outside and you will see

I talk in italian and I drive a mini car all the time
I wear my glasses and my ass is always on the line
I'm
echoes through your project
Met Billie Jean, had safe sex
Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks
Listen
a sugarcube
it ain't a mint julep, but it'll do. . . 
in the holy land

i know'd jimmy since we were kids
whatever he wanted is whatever we did
lying by
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz

It's roots are in the sounds
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
ear gotta quit 
I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
They talk shit they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos 
Popping tags brand new
Can't move forward in the 4-door chrome
All that cheap talk I never did
My walk is Billie Jean, my shoes are never slip
Notice how close he is, gold his
oh (Eweee, ah ah ooh ooh, yeah yeah)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Can I get a witness)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (I could go on and talk a little 'bout me)
line dialectic
Dig the perspective
Of an open minded skeptic
Where you're skeptical
Looks don't count
Better off judging by rhymebooks
And share
a twenty-five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk
Three Gs the cost in Supreme
live's a twenty-five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk
Three Gs the cost
Eminem I know you claim to be thug
You wanna talk about Britney Spears
But won't talk about Suge
'cause if you do son
Be on the next hit list
And when he
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci 
Let's go
ear gotta quit 
I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
They talk shit they just mad cause I got you flipping jagos 
Popping tags brand new
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci 
Let's go
could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
to little kids 
And expect them not to know what a women's clitoris is. 
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is 
By the time they hit 4th grade,