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the words to make it right 
And I'd be lyin' if I told you that without you I'd be fine - cuz I'm not

I'd like to start by sayin' this
I'm not about to come

This for all my girls who be on they grind
Stacking up that paper or just getting by
Levelling up mentally or working over time
Raising those babies

bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on 'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me to wait to beat the game, it's all in defense
And never fazed by names that

Act a Ass

E-40

Breakin News

2003

heated up in here, the street instruments
My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep
We freakin this booch, we 60something deep
We licorice booch if you

Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em

I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my

colorlessly in four times four classrooms across America
Attentively listening to broadcasts on nuclear survival
Political parties elect Harry S. Truman, Dwight

You're the Top

Billy May & His Orchestra

Sorta-May/Jimmie Lunceford in Hi Fi

2007

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

by the way you bitch)
(I actually got beef this time bro) I'd watch yo back before I beat your ass cndre
Keep talking smack bro


(Lil Log):
Wait, you

Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild

bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on 'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me to wait to beat the game, it's all in defense
And never fazed by names that

what to do
And all in all
Feeling two ft small
Running out of hall
Melt into the wall
But I hear its worse
After all
And I fall for the breakdown
I'll do

You're the Top

The Dorsey Brothers

The Essential Dorsey Brothers: 1928-1935

2000

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

it on the low
But you knew that

Night after night I give all my life for you
Ride or die
I can't deny no one else by my side but you
My ride or die

me nigga Ian blind
After i fuck btc you gone Ian wasting time
I just called cuz he high asl he still pouring lines You want me on yo song boy it ain't

arms forever
Pray to God for the better
Write you a letter, it's a poem!
See how I hold things together?
Baby? You make my day greater as time flies by

Six times or more so tell me
Exactly what bragging rights does your
Franchise have in store?
You run on two legs
But your feelings are fake
After this:

putting niggas in a box
Banger after banger
We just need this one pop
Somebody tell Kash Doll
I dropped OH SEE YOP

It don't stop

me mine I got too much at stake
'Til 25, a 9-5 had me running in place,
Had to grab life by the ankles and beat off the fuckin breaks
But wait, make no

Backstage after the show
She's eager and willing
You're raring to go
Me, I'm sitting all alone in my room
Another place and time
But I'm thinking

the lights switched off
Every time I try to turn 'em on I just get pissed off
And even after exchanging those vows, I was shook off 

So once again I'm back

by a random aneurysm
Her brain was in pain as blood spread through its system
Cue listening to times when she held us together
She held up a mirror

ain't great
I'm giving up on my business, and living by Faith
60 Seconds is a minute, 60 minutes is an hour
7 Days in a week, and time is money,

There's a very special kind of magic in the air
It's an undeniable joyfulness we get this time of year
There's a song in all our voices and laughter

Oh I swear this will be the last time
I ever fall in love, cause I can't find
One reason why when I pass by
I can't help but look in your sad eyes
My