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no hook part two
And just because the album dropped don't think that I'm through

the music playing listening to Stars
Outer space I go to Pluto
I love all the planets but fuck Marz

Pull up to school I don't feel fine
Went to bed at two

Fat fat milkies, fat fat titties
Fat fat pusspuss, fat fat kitties
Fat cock, upload that shit on your laptop
Get stopped by a cop, bop bop (dead)
Not

the Tide
Rips an Pick a Side
Whip Tuck it an Dip Low
Dead Roast Beast for the Undertow

Killer Unknown
I'ma Cloud a Smoke
Drop Bodies When I Blow
So Fuck Ya

Leanin' on the Lord

Angie Stone

B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story

2007

[Chorus: Angie Stone, x2]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side

I ain't lookin' in I'm lookin' up
Holy water fillin' up the cup
I ain't livin' by the bread I'm cookin' up
Basking in salvation from the Son
From

me to be the smart type
Doesn't matter, I still build the hype
By dropping these albums and popping these Valiums
Tax evasion make me brave, just like

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

2
Never let them tell you what you
Can or you can't do
They don't know where you stand
'cause they aren't you
Love yourself to the core
Even when it's

stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have

and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one

Steve and Fez get Bob and Donna, seventee's dead
Leo too, a bowl, a few, Cheech and Chong in Grateful dress
Not Guess with less Guinness ingested than

V1
I wish that I could rewind, & start my life again
Maybe I’d be wiser, & not be tempted by sin
So grateful for His love, and His unending grace
I

know it was facts
She was holding the strap
I help loaded it fast
And in the long run i learned sum
Im way more grateful for what i have
Take the good

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

eyes
People whooshing by
They're walking off into the night

Blue lights keep blinding my eyes
Bright, bright like the diamond shine
Have you ever

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group 
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends

Runaway

South Park Mexican

Power Moves

Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack

Ecstatic, I'm always grateful
This shit I got planned been hittin', like I prayed foe
Hate folks, heart holed I'm always ready
I'll add on I'm deadass we dead

Gillette that’s a close shave
Still play Boys 2 Men at my old age
And that was the end of the road mate
Part of me saw this thing as a key
Man I’m free by

just like us
Those are living dead
Vesselin bodies 2 get ahead
They know I can see em they see me too
But not in the form that's in front of you
That was

Yeah! Uhn
Picture me from head to my toes, we no be equal
I walk through the valley of dead, I fear no evil
As the faithless and tha hopeless people

A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah

Eyes red lips dry nigga bloodshed
Satisfy always high nigga enough said
Intensify more love nigga mislead
By beauty her charm nigga been dead
Shots