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Give me that car
Give me that war
Trynna go far
You want my heart? Gotta push restart
All bout future
Dza the producer
Going shopping with some C's

or the gang ya claim Rosehill Rosehill
Whatever ya want my nigga just chill and roll up a paper plane relax paper plane

Fight night shit was colder than

Member it was ball is life
All my niggas tryna shoot sum
My brother went and lost his life
I swear that shit was gruesome
A milli not gon be a enough

Ain't no reason to cry cry no more
Yeah my heart full of regret that's for sure
I shed tears blood and sweat like this war
Don't wanna see you happy

as the fakest bomb threats
Maybe I should save my breath and try to get comfortable
As we lay in this hotbed of fatal progress
But despite it all, still not

like I'm Otto
Bout to rocket this my power
I just Know the world is ours
Moving like I'm Kenny powers
Leaving all they faces sour
We Lion hearted leave

nothin’
Money been doublin’
American Hustler, y’all know the deal 
Stay over there, we stay over here
Step on my paper, make something clear 
Both my eyes

can still hear my mama preach!

Don't let them get the best
Of your heart; leave the rest up to love
And you'll be takin' care of

Always by my side
You

4 Seasons

Redman

Blackout! [Clean]

1999

producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal king james

Nanchegang
You might break my heart again but
I hope by the time this gets released I'm not lonely anymore
And I'm friends with you again
By the way this has

me with some news that was doomed to ruin the crew
While I was on the move you were cruising ‘round with my boo
Now I’m consumed by the rumours

Mehn I'm bad

Work and get paid ogbeni get sense
Ego ji olu my brother use sense
When you see me coming brother space well
Cause am getting paid by

if I can't control it, it's not my fault I been broken
I'm just used to everyone foldin', my brain and heart's all swollen
And I already know if, I

limits and no way can get in the way

I dig down to the deepest vessel inside of my heart
When I'm painting art, explaining how my pain causes scars
I've

its all in the paper it's all in the news
all these opinions and all of these truths
buzz in the courtroom the church is on fire
the masses under

was raised by a scientist
So when it came to religion, I was like, I ain't buyin' this
But then I thought, how could so many be so wrong?
So I opened my

Finally Free

Dream Theater

Metropolis, Pt. 2: Scenes from a Memory

1999

my own life before losing you"

Feeling good this Friday afternoon
I ran into Julian
Said we'd get together soon

He's always had my heart
He

Or better see my beretta

You'll never leave by my side
Even though they all try to take you
Never turning on me
Even though they all try to make you
As long

raising hell
Get cash with my set like Paper yea
Can't express my feelings they will never care

She asked why I be by myself, Cause I feel all alone
She

I've been feeling hot in the face
Coke up my my nose
Rising up from the floor
Took a shot for some grace
But the locks were replaced
Invaded by

like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We

sight what’s right man I gotta see the light
What is my Identity, who am I?
Gotta know that or spend my life cruising by
Am I defined by what I’ve

liberal bullshit
All lives matter? I'm sorry
What's the matter? I've lost my place in
This great American novel
I missed the part on White plight
But what

like all the endeavors
She my business and my pleasure
Fuck you hoes, they don't got my heart, you do
Your soul so true, how happy I am to have you
Yawl