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cheese, this shit put in Velveeta
Bitch, I got a Glock, it ain't for show, you know I keep this heater
They don't want no problems with T-Money, bitch, they

velocity
He was at his best in high school
As a jockey
She wanna cake up
And watch anime
My little Shonen
She say she like when I show PDA And show it
I'm

of bluffs and no fucks for god to give
Ask for love, with his lust predominant
Been in a manner of disgust but want to live
Spinning the pattern to construct

Bank Roll

Lil' Boosie

Superbad: The Return of Boosie Bad Azz

2009

Fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes
Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll
I watched and observed niggas taught me how tah

Fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes
Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll
I watched and observed niggas taught me how tah

Corey told Bone that he wanted more
Then Bone told Corey he bout to start a war
This shit bout six bricks of raw
You was my money makin' dog
Countin'

pulled up in a SUV, went
*beep-beep* whenever she slid right by

I'm in this ride and something feel a little bit
strange to me. Why we pulling up

and I got God on my side
Humbleness gotta pause for a second let me push it aside
Step on the gas egos inflating the pride
I see conviction all in his

all fail
Thankful for how Big G running my well
He keeps me comfort safe at night
His Army straight up by my side
He blessed with me with that perfect

started sippin' mud
Lil C was 15 when he died because the gun
And I was 14 so I started toting one
Since I got a little fame, people started switching up

ha
Mentally constructin' a strong haiku
So deep in my thoughts I ain't hear the "hi, Qu!"
So I walk right past and now it seems I'm rude
I only need

If the pain won't go and the pill don't cure
Forget about the doctor, is all locked up in your head
When you feel yourself and you be your own
Love

lived in
My dad stayed there too, but I was a kid then
Shit got real, he had to peel like dead skin
Thank God he stayed in my life, not letting me out

actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak
You live with it you die by the gun so I keep it in reach
Ain't no nigga takin mine so if you reach you

a transition like Anthony Fantano
Smooth as fuck like dat stick to yellow
Lack of syllables but I still finesse the flow
Falling in love in the opposite of slow

bitch a widow
I'm a big dog he's so little
He gon squawk
Like a bird
When I hit him
With this pistol
Leave him in a box
Like it's school
We dismiss him
He

was tryna better myself not by competing
With others but a better version of me preceding
Ten year old little sitting in the classroom quiet
Barely

Hope Road

Anne Clark

Notes Taken Traces Left

2004

And in that situation
Why shouldn't I believe
That he really lived so far away
Had to make a move for home
Scribbled down his address
Said he didn't

Authentic Tribute

Culture VI

Elite

2004

twenty for a body he didn't kill
No evidence not enough money to appeal
And five points sittin' in a maximum jail
His so called friends don't visit don't

His likeness
It wouldn't hurt you to show, a little more kindness

How many more gotta die
Before we open our eyes
To see the hurt, the pain

love in every possible light
Father Father Father won’t you wipe your hands clean

I want to hold onto the taste
Let me live out all the rest
I never

Alcindoro as if he were a dog)
Here, Lulu!
Alcindoro
I can't take any more

Musetta
Come, Lulu.
Schaunard
That ugly old fool's all in a lather!
Alcindoro

The birds stare at me, I stare back
The first words I heard were that this has to be a mismatch
Even then, I saw that glimmer in his eye
That they

Huuh... How am I going to say this
Do I got the right words
I don't know, hey
Really want to chase it thinking you can taste it
Don't wanna be in