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Man, I hustle like Nip in the Rolling 60s
I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's
Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy
Do the mathematics, y
born
Friend come by, say looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on pretty mama
Let's
sweet baby
And I was just thinking
In my case, I would be the first to know
Baby, I'm giving you six tries, you fucked on my fingers
That's five more
of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen year old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was
the piss and moaners
Who were calling me away from my work
Another rainy day is in the books
I got ripped off by a girl with rodent looks
She said she was
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
up
Road to the victor-y, but I'm not gassed up
Taking it to a place they can't imagine
Go harder in the paint
Give it all, before I give up
I was born
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
whose a man who can walk thru fire
And keep the swag on drip
Cuz I was born black I was made just to walk thru fire
I set it off, real shit
I could be
was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (uh-huh) (what's up)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
widda a
Born with a mind and I'll die widda brain
Yeah you and me we are never gonna be the same
I was born with a mind and I'll die widda brain
Yeah you
Forget me not when I'm gone
I was born, born to be
Born to be remembered
Born to be remembered
Like the very first kiss the
Feeling on ya lips
Hoes i never entertain em
I stay loyal to my money
Never cheated on my checks before
And i be going in
I be going in
Momma ask me why im hustling
We was
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
Wreak havoc, Seek tragic
Something I ain't trained to do
Make magic, Creating classics
Something I was born into
I been automatic
With the bars they
car and drive and go the opposite way
Sedville, I was born and raised
It was cool, yeah, back in the days
Too many snakes up in the grass, it's hard
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Saint D
You are saved
You're born of the Spirit
Why not leading others
Yeah
O yeah
Am not from this world
Am only passing by through the world
Just
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