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heart to pieces
'Till you say goodbye

Well I don't see her anymore
It's for the best, I guess
And I don't see her anymore
So I kill time
Thinking that
an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

[Chorus]
It's not over 'till
an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till you
an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till you
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
Walk down the river 'cause the river don't run
Same thing make you laugh, make you cry
that's why what goes around comes
do not know this man he is no friend of mine. Paul stood by as Stephen died and showed no remorse. Beat down till he was dead. Paul, what a wretched
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
Till your remains is in a urn on top
still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's
Now it's so cold in your doorway
I can hardly breathe.
You know I want to lay down but I'm afraid I'll freeze

I spent my last cold dollar
Getting
"Oh, nice to see ya M'am. Not a bad day, huh?"
 [F1:] "Well, I'm a little lost. Could you help me out? 
 I hear your the best with directions."
 [Toll
drinkin' Crissy from a gold cup
Flossin' my club, peepin' persons yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
You
've got to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light
've got to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light
Spit in your face and hand your faggot ass a napkin
Everything you did mu'fucka we done done done
Ran streets took over traps carry gun gun
I'm from
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
Sorry I'm late, I was busy doin' some rewrites
Rewrites I've highlighted your parts, now
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
Moral
Noun
A rule you live by even if no one's around
Moral
Oh, adjective
Having a soul to balance one's words and deeds
And living by one's
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(How about a little harmonica?)

I've got my twelve sided die and I'm ready to roll with a wizard and my goblin crew.

My friends are comin' over
went through

As a hustler's "Ambition" continues
All them side ways niggas try and do you like Bishop
And I'm sorry if you 30, still purchasing nickels
("Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
Lucifer son of da mornin'
I'm gonna chase you out of earth
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'
I'm from the murder capitol
Where we murder for
Where dreams are a part
And you decorated my life
By paintin' your love all over my heart
You decorated my life

Like a rhyme with no reason
In
a world Where dreams are a part.
And you decorated my life by paintin' your love all over my heart,
You decorated my life
 
Like a rhyme with no reason
yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
You can't change pimpin', from the Stone Age to the "Space Age" pimpin'