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honey by the stove
You listening
Bring me the crumpets and some biscuits too
Americans call them cookies
Yep, bruv, I'm stealing them too
Submerged in my

inside my socks
Have em comin by the flock
Tryna be Tony have this shit on lock
Washington pack I flip that'll multiply my racks turn it into Benjamin's
I

Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by

I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy

Monster

Twiztid

Independent's Day

sense of what the fuck I say
I said 
Bitches ain't shit,
God Bless the dead, 
And fuck every last bitch that won't give up some head
I smoke 15 packs in

sit at the table
Like the last supper, fucker
We unholy, sharp razor
Full bloodied money maker where ever we at
We keep the blicks right there
My

here
Most of your souls are at the entry of the hall of fame

Last time, warned and never pressed enough physicals
I'm blessed, and I'm spiritual,

How to Make Gravy

Paul Kelly

Words & Music

1998

Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,

How to Make Gravy

Paul Kelly

Songs from the South: The Best of Paul Kelly

1997

Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,

Where's Your Mommy?

Cledus T. Judd

Six Pack of Judd

2003

A parody of "Who's Your Daddy?" (Written and recorded by Toby Keith)
New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd, Christopher Clark and Frank Pierce.

or two she came thru, fly hairdo
We link, push in the six circle circle drink
To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks
More ices

Ben Frank
I'm in New York popping bottles
Me and Tim Gates
Say I'm that lil' nigga that
Put them flavors out
Don't know what y'all on
But I'm on that

Freeman
The rumor has it it's 'bout
8 figures in that ceiling
We built this city off rock-and-roll
The last man standing avoiding
The narcs' patrol
Yuugh!

last night?
in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a flashlight
I crash flights on sights of my enemies
I'm comin through and then I bomb your whole

What It's All About

Rasco

Time Waits for No Man

1998

tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your

Money (Dollar Bill)

Everlast

Whitey Ford Sings the Blues

1998

Dollar dollar bills
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
I rock the jocked up sounds
From Devenshire Downs

Out the Fordham Road
Up top in

fuckin' problem

This nigga Tyler though, almost killed me
And Nico, on Washington Boulevard
The day before the carnival last year
Just because this nigga

don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they

like it won’t phase me
Patron on the rocks got me feelin wavy
Bitch I’m with the squad got them franks on me
See you from across and I’m faded as can be

the car and head to the back
I put the jimmy back in my back pocket, by the Ben Frank in my black wallet
Grab the strap, put it in my boxers, slam the car

momma said no, not upon her life
So the last time they were ever side by side
Was in that car on the day they died

The day they shot down Bonnie

in
Hit that from side 
Different angle like I'm flankin'
Swimmin' in that ocean 
But you wanna keep this frank 
Gettin' in the zone 
Set the tone

Ben franks with you
Might stay in bed till noon
Empty bottles at the hotel room
Last night took a trip the moon
Uh it's no tellin what I might do

Give

arrangement creating an engagement
Tapping toe cocktail party
Frank Sinatra's already starting
Cat's singing to the moon
Rat's smoking, consuming booze
Now

bags,
you with Link now, forget your man- he ain't gon' last-
you top class, anything you want you can have,
if it's cash to flash, then I'm all up