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‘round
With Owen’s raps in this, boy she got it by the stock
She ball until she fall that mean she shop until she drop
And Versace got a lot but she may
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Death for what shall become
All false ones fate

The standard bearer is chosen
And the day has just begun
Shadows growing long by the rising
a "boy"
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall

So we all raise a standard
To which the wise
two hundred guineas
Your saddle, it shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet
She was gentle, kind and intelligent
Something daddy'd never known before
And they danced
Later on came the romance
'Cause daddy shipped out
Before
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me
the boats are loaded down they'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home

Now they're headed out to sea and the wind is
Jon's at the bar
While me and them eastside boys smoke out
Roll another one
No doubt
Get a couple hoes
Roll out
Beef, you don't want none
To go down
dumb
I was born in dat N.O. 
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro 
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary 
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
I was born in dat N.O. 
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro 
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary 
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
[Intro]
Hey, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
Have you?
I'ma show you
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, no, would come home to me

And she said, ramblin' boy why don't you
Influenced by few
But I’ve been inspired many
Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi
Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggas
Sothern
I was a new kid on the circuit
Gold buckles in my eyes
But the horse I drew was plenty rank
Much to my surprise
I did a double back flip
to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him I'm to shame to show my face
But she's so mean can't help but to fall off the race
Motherfucker 

Hot
to turn
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in
plots to maul nations out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas
Children who won't talk at all
Profits fall
Chalk on walls
Years spent on prison cells
and half of what you see
Cause right before your eyes it's a certified g
getting paid on boys like according to plan
coming straight up out of Texas I'm a,
to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him I'm to shame to show my face
But she's so mean can't help but to fall off the race
Motherfucker 

Hot
He was just a poor boy livin' down by the railroad tracks
His father worked so hard to provide that he died of a cardiac
He made himself a promise
Man, I turn on the TV man
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin' the gold chains, one of the guys from BET
Man them
and bump Geto Boys
Twisting fingers, throw bankers out the window it's like we sense some danger
I ain't fly by this fall, let you meet your maker
Skinny