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Fugitive Air

Of Montreal

Lousy with Sylvianbriar

2013

on the stool
With her withered old titty out
Saying I've been rolled so many times
It's just feeding the pigeons
Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by

at least you true by being you
By the way who are you you're kinda tall and really cute
Long story short I got the number plus I fucced her too
And that's

Pharaoh on
‘em here’s the problem
This culture’s not a costume yeah for you
To consume just when you please it
Tell me to walk like an Egyptian and I
Might

nigga By any means
It's more than passionate thinking This shit is mean
A kingdom for a King
Seducing his only queen nah Mean So real I can see it feel it

than music but that's what the people gon' know me for
Please do not see me as competition, I am a man with a different vision
I am the rifle held up by

I’m a man I know it’s more in life
I know I fuck up I should be a better grandson and be by your side
My mama  mother she loves me my fathers mother

just learnin our lessons

Here's Johnny
Not Carson, get scared son
I'll murder your wife, your children, your niece and your grandson
Or hold em all

fingers
you'll end up pulling triggers , or less you'll end up suicide
This isn't a good choice to do, but I think some will do as time goes by

My mama was

out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool

never one demon
We drag around trash from the past for some reason
Grandson, you'll never be free
Lamb to the slaughter
We should at least protect our

Funk Wit da Style

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

'm on the air
But I don't care, I say I sick one 'til I'll see you sick
Son, grandson, no tellin' when I'm done (no tellin' baby)
I'm about do you and you

East Coast [Remix]

Snoop Dogg

Still Striving

2017

York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I

questions my niggas ask
Should I cop the Benzo or the Beem
All about my cream nah mean
I'm that lil tan skin that's mixed up in the culture
Wit a lil yellow

for the clout I ll do it for the culture
Gotta remember the route from Africa to the West indies
To all of the fallen migrants to my niggas rest in

Man ATG I don't even think they tapped in bro
Man I guess we gotta show 'em like this

Let me start it off by saying that the boy done came through

Let me start by start by saying just don't get your feelings attached
Cause emotions never stand in the way of these racks
I ain't trying to be cold,

Luckily it was something I was too young to notice
My gifts pleasantly caught me by surprise

You were a grandfather of kindness
Sitting out back in your

I don't believe
In anything that you do
I don't make plans
Unless I plan to break 'em
I don't take chance
Unless by chance it takes me
And I don't

the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands

Stick 'Em Up

Petey Pablo

Still Writing in My Diary: 2nd Entry [Clean]

2004

used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen

Till one day

after you died that I first saw mom cry
Can only imagine how she's feeling, thinking of days gone by
And as time passes, we're left with memory flashes

Fuck a group of niggas, I'm by myself, still takin' more than two
Gangsta pour me up, I'm leanin' off the drink, I'm dancin' off the juice
Oh, geek me

favorite restaurant

I gave it my best shot 
Garden of clover
Tried to drink less from the cauldron of culture
Follow the path isn't straight forward
All

looks like Sade
By way of Zimbabwe by way of Zimbabwe (facts)
And me, I took the game for ransom
These ladies think I'm handsome
I'm Guadalupe's grandson