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but I don't mean George
Fake the funk and end up in a morgue
But no, not me, no way, home slice
And when I play cee-lo I use my own dice
On the down

The Life of a Dollar

Rebecca Lynn Howard

No Rules

2008

From the pocket of an honest preacher
To the empty hand of a homeless bum
To the cash drawer at the liquor store
Where he bought a pint of rum

where I came from
Chanhassen Minne we got what you never get
And my clique be so above you so
Suck it I mean this dick this my title belt
I'mma compete

When somebody says country
You probably think Levi's, think about red wings
Think about George Strait
Under them neons, no, they wouldn't be wrong

Mismosh

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red

to get you right?
So tell me how y'all gunned down triple XXX and George Zimmerman is still alive?
Y'all popped Smoke and took the Hussle from Nipsey
No

of the rich man

I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For

Started from the bottom to the top Cinderella
Ey, doppelter Hype, hollywoodreif (nice)
Erst wird die Beute gekrallt
Dann verschwinden die Zeugen im Wald

love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes

a date from me
Shauty so sweet like a Paistrey
And I'm gettin that bread like a bakery
Don't try to beat it, you can't take me
Out in Philly gettin Cheese

Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I

veggie grubs
My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub
Since a kid I played the
Block where the stash was
So every word will flame from
A dutch that

Toolz of the Trade

Smif-N-Wessun

Reloaded

milli had me silly smoking dro with phillies
Feeling like a big Willy takin' cabs to the city
Seven-forty illy, twisting the sticky hash from Ricky

I will never stop
Like Robin Hood take from the rich
They'll make sure the deposit drop
I'm sick of you thinking you sick
And be spitting in

memes)
Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds
It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed
It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night
But we

LL in the back of the jeep
We swinging episodes, the Tech’ll blow
Your neck explodes
Now you got extra holes aside
From your ears, mouth, and your nose

head still tilts to the moon

I ask God why he still don't like me
The moon still shines on my tomb like nightly
A self portrait from the boy from

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who

Yup! AOTP, JuJu Mob reef the Lost Cauze
Snowgoons, another classic
This for all you hatin'-ass bastards
This what I tell 'em nowadays yo, yo!

From

be
Only sixteen, gettin' in with the fake ID
Coney Island kids with something to prove, nothing to lose
Walk into the spot twenty deep, niggas

Super Country Cowboy [Snippet]

Rockie Lynne

Lipstick

2006

Our daddy liked George Jones
Haggard and Buck Owens
Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles
And The Rolling Stones

When I was just a little kid
I