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and this nun could speak English and I said to her “What’s, why are they not?”… she said “We’ve got nothing, we’ve got no bandages, we’ve got nothing.” Well,
the handle
I'm hearing sirens but I just wanna run away but I can't
Jason's gone by the time police are comin'
They saw that ain't no one else in the house
everybody is familiar with the stepping game
Yeah from the love land album
Uh-huh but y'all know I had to go and do a remix
And put it on the Chocolate
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
nigga
That's why I'm tellin' boydem to free 'dem
Some man don't know that I'm in Roll Deep
'cause they never heard me on
In At The Deep End
I rep Roll
And they wonder why we scarred
Thirteen looking hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent
Where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga
never be ashamed
Of my color, race, Whatever
I love it, though I think
It brings anger to see us so estranged
Rina, that's why I cling to you
I'm helping
heard me, they're subbing me in
They talk in a hurry, but ya'll shouldn't worry
God is the only one judging the kid
I got the game like a jealous ex, I
taking shots at a Nigga they gun is never on safety from all I did for you nigga’s This how y’all wanna repay me I put my life on the line now y
of position, religion, whatever pot you piss in
Now the block is hot cause you poppin up wit friction
Time gon suck you dry boy you know the clocks are tickin
8
Africa is ripe now is time to rise
I choose to sanitize
Spiritual effect stay modified
The gods are in view do you wonna die
Can't watch my hero's cry
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
and state your name, and where you're from.
Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
and, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)
Like
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
I'm a hot light now
It's whatever man think of manifest to the real
The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals
All this hate can't forever last
All my
that I went to first grade in, just for the looks on they faces
Oh, what am I saying, ain't take a vacation, my last album always gon' be underrated
I
on to bigger and better
Is what the boy do
Ya'll niggas wish y'all could move
But y'all can't afford to
Get to the chicken I sure do, seriously
But I could be
values on the southside
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta house, why?
I'm not married, I've never been engaged
But yo dumb-ass believes
they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid
on the lyricist was the eeriest
I look at the sky to answer the curious
The God and the Devil, they both imperious
(Uh) my birth's an accident
So what is life
Why'all niggas know the Canibus is the one
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
The rhyme creator
At the drop of a dime I spit 100 be -a-rs
I'm a S-T-A-are
I'll flip albums and won't care if them bitches flopping
Everything I drop is water they pick it up like they mopping
And it pays like crime, remains my
a business but they don't succeed
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