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more, black Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
no cap to it
It came in a package
Don't fuck with the food
Precise precision when making these moves
She think ima woe
More like a wow
Ayo I really be
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God will
there when no one cared
Showed me plenty flaws
Showed me pain until i'm numb
Never givin up
Til the day that i'm gone
Never get enough
You know that I
the mystery?
I came from a land afar
A land where I'm like any other one
But I got here by following a map
A secret map that can only be seen if you know how
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want
from baretta-etta (They'd catch that)
By your King like Waikida or Caretta-etta
And when the chips are down ain't no gettin' fed up
We bet on gettin'
Lord, stop me from being crucified as soon as I
(Where I belong)
Is somewhere
In someone's memory
Where we're all friends and ain't no enemies
And there
of dame that appeals to me
Wild and loose, the only life I know
Just havin' one big party from show to show
Talkin' trash to Jimmy Jam, tell us where
thinking back to where I came from)
No more feeling that I'm living in an infinite prison
My heart don't seem as heavy, better days are in vision
Though in
“Came Up”
by Bakes
Came up from the bottom, and I made it to a problem
Now you see they’re rockin’, how they’ve got their heads noddin’
Everywhere I
one bites the dust ow
Another one bites the dust he he
Another one bites the dust haaaa
Ooh shoot out
There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
from where the grass is blue
Niggas freezing under there, hell ain't hot as you assume nigga
I ain't fuckin' with no new niggas
You can't earn loyalty
will change everything
All the waters that born from us
They flow into the Lake of Emotions
And no matter how you try - You will always be taken
By
to imposters ya kidding
Just for claiming the top got me ready to kill Kenny
Many every and any there plenty from here to LA
Their fibbing giving me headaches
on wax
Use them eyes and see that this is more than rap
Cuz For the last time tickin nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't
Word was they found him
Forty feet from a cave
He could have passed the night there
Warm enough and plenty safe
Word was that homes along the way
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
(Run that back Turbo)
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fuckin' tonight
Jeans
niggas say he is
Ion like papi, fuck it K it is!
How K all up in this club with them pearls on him?
Yo where my BM at? I gotta keep my girl from him
Nigga
dough on that dough in the bank yeah
Came to the 38 from the nawf yeah it's a bang sir
Ima get these flawless diamonds Ima get these perms
Twenty pearls
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