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Happy birthday Jesus
Let’s celebrate the birth of Love

She was only 13
Young with a big dream
Then, unexpectedly, things would never be
of the road keep travelin' on
Every mile a ragged woe
Kings on the road keep smiling on
Play the guitar and sing the blues and cry
Play the guitar and sing
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)

By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
in 
Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead 
Risk the game by taking dares with "yes" 
Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
hi-high-hi-high on my own supply,
Yellin' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by,
See I used to be the wife of a king,
Back when I was smugglin' them things in
'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, f*** 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit
floss the candy cream gleam, when I pull on the scene
My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean
My drop top is a supreme, king of a young
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
maid let a human boy
Gather roses for thee
To a wolf you cannot be wed
Choose a young man instead"

Beggar, wiseman
Beggar, wiseman
Beggar,
floss the candy cream gleam, when I pull on the scene
My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean
My drop top is a supreme, king of a young
us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high

Curl on the dumbbell L
We can't even S P E L L MTV or TRL
He was born in the belly of the country,
Over East of Eden, yeah,
Confused by the big city blues,
He didn't know whose life he's leading, no,
Put
tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson, 

Grant, Ben Franklins 

find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
This is real talk, shank lullabyes
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
Supreme
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
by Ben or Willis 

American Express privelages, blood spillage 

We got more balls then village 

Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up
featuring Tragedy  King Tee  Grand Puba  Def Jef  Chubb Rock 



(Chorus) 

Keep control... 



(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum) 

When
Yeah nigga
I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit huh Dre?
throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got
fluid even in staccato 
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle 
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow 
There's the hum, young man where you from
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,