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We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses

I got a Jones for a hit, so I'm swerving the block
On 4th Ave 'cause I
Burned out in the lawn in Tuscon, Arizona
With the scavengers on 4th Avenue
Feeling old, boredom of the second hand stores
Hoping maybe I could
biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones

We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass
killed my baby's father!]

Order in the court!

I'm sorry for the outburst your honor 
I have an original copy of the police report 
January the 4th
You'll miss the blaze and glory of the 4th of July fireworks
The taste of Captain Crunch
If you're a boy, you'll miss the feeling the first time you
to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does
the favorite tunes

And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
a chump

sitting on the corner
Of college avenue
Watching the coeds passing me by
Each lost in their lives

dreaming of fraternity boys
And sorority girls
might call us crazy
But, tell me who's it gonna hurt?
Who's it gonna hurt?

And her heart said: "Fire it up"
And her soul said: "Fire it up"
And her
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild
tell me who's it gonna hurt, who's it gonna hurt
to let our hearts say fire it up, to let our soul say fire it up, to let our mind say fire it up, let
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
never look back 
Just the man that kept the hammer in his back
Rubics interduced me to Black and Forte
Dj Enough on avenue Kay I go back a long way,
and paste projects for school
I miss pollyotters and having braais by the pool
I miss Dinoryders, Bravestar and Bionic Six
I miss Cheers, Arende, who's
over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made fire, by two sticks rubbing together
The truth is, many
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga

They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
love
to those who ride with me while I'm putting in work

[Butta Verses]
Full-timing it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before
the ass is, but who's looking
And I mean that's my man, maybe I just took a peek
Maybe I wondered what it would be like, syke, cause james and me like
I
over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made fire, by two sticks rubbing together
The truth is, many
thing
All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code
I’m out here fighting for you, don’t increase my stress load!
Niggas watching the throne, very
thing
All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code
I’m out here fighting for you, don’t increase my stress load!
Niggas watching the throne, very
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