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by me
Back to the old days
Close to home
Show me some new ways
I'll carry on

Whether making out or played out
Three and nine make twelve
I've
and stroll
Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
Choppin for dough, prophisise
Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
The horse power cross bow
I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV
My whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

I chose my apparel, wore a beer barrel
And they
run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one n**** get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]
Point out
sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm
gonna miss the buss
This time

No return
So there'll be no turning back
Once I know that
You'll be by my side
No return
Maybe you'll give me all
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama,
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama,
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama,
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
I'm back with the bang boogie
Oogie oogie
Strawberry letter twenty three like shugie
Oh my god just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since eighty
Everytime you point your finger
Three more point right back at you
I'm not sayin' that there's something wrong with life
Cuz that's a sad excuse
There they go a point dem finger

Whilst three a dem a pointing back

All the planning and a scheming

Behind the natty dreadlocks back

Want
I'll be in the back, and I don't need the help
I'm good here in the back
I'm good all by myself
I'm busy taking stock of all the things that I've
to the point(yeah)
Make it good
Look in his eyes and you play with your life
Playing with fire, energy crude
So tragic malicious
Grounded by a bullet in the back
Well
aisle number three
I came face-to-face with an old memory

Caught by surprise I felt I was gasping for air
Paper or plastic can't you see man I don't
Democrats
On Wall Street, a single mom of three, a TV personality

I'm blind to this impending fate
We'll let the world carry their weight
Its back breaks
amazed, I see your greatest hits 
They blow back down the chimney into everyone's eyes 
Creative thinking in the first degree 
You're a three-way mirror
(Coming 'round to get you, yeah)

And I love (you baby, yeah) you

At the game of funhouse
You have 3 million points
And one extra game

Circassian
the taste is not mine
I behold my reflection yet no one stares back
Driven by a lifeless hunger
Must have it stilled
Drop by drop, curse by curse
Until all
To Getaway Because Were Here to Stay

My Getaways the Boat
Pier 39 By The West Side Highway
My Skin Is On Point
I'M More Easier Out
Police on My Trail
understand, nobody could understand. 

One moment of irritation you call back "why me?" 
The vantage point above the street 
Can be exhilarating falling
Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
Way past the point of no return

Rush, unleash the power
You'll never see the coming attack
At three thousand miles an hour
You'll never feel