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a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say

you honors
And that's where it gets complex
I came in a hero, but I'm dying a villain
When I wrote the first album
I thought a hero had risen
But he was

It's another song
That just fades away
I'm a fucking killer now
I am trying to turn around
Even when i put you down
You can't hear me by my sound
I'm

I was still a baby, maybe three and a half
When you went away to prison for indecency acts
So disturbing, I don't even wanna speak it in raps
I don't

're ready to give it one more try
Operators are standing by
Standing by

I know we've made mistakes
But we can fix them now
And all that pain you faked

're ready to give it one more try
Operators are standing by
Standing by

I know we've made mistakes
But we can fix them now
And all that pain you faked

little precious Eve
Go on ahead and sing
You are always welcome in

In my fathers house there's a place for me
I'm a child of God yes I am
In my fathers

why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With

You already know what it is man
Yeah yeah it's time it's time
For everybody to get up and
Go get their money
Just go and get your money right
You

You know what I think of
Taking time for the people you need
And they give right back
Christmas dinner it's time for a feast
We party on like that
You

Welcome to, The Story Everyone Hates
The story don't nobody wanna listen to
But when you know you don't wanna listen to it
That when you know you

your pain I am here for you
How else can a Nigga make it clear to you
You know

I'll give my all for you
These tears we cry
They fall from our soul
I

no sobriety when slaps and words are getting drawn
Spitten on by your kin who gives the chair you're sitting on
But I've written strong words just

a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say

Where Are You Now My Son

Joan Baez

Where Are You Now, My Son?

1973

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die

Swear to God I'm a different person
Give you the version that's best
Look at them curves in that dress
Baby, you're sure to impress
Remove your shirt

Yah, yah yah
Its Cruisey tha Junie
Let me tell you something
Yo that dirty money, clean money
Both one in the same
I could give you my love
But it

on the fashion
You be ending up fucking a female version of Bill Cosby
Sorry I didn't mean to go so dark
This is your mark
I know you love the glory
As its

Eve, I'm fucking rapping
I bounce back like hydraulics, but I ain't lighting the chronic
But still got green like Dre's album in 2000
Ones who doubted

up in my issues Sorry if I diss you
Swing a vine, concubine Succulent tissue
Hit’em in dat retina So that dude miss you
Ra-ra ra-ra-wind it Re-up

As long as you don't fly too high
Don't fly away from me
Adam put in a little work
Eve didn't see it but she heard a chirp from a bird
And it told her after

labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales

This the last song on the album
It's my first blues album
So I'ma dedicate this last song to the name of the album
Boosie Blues Cafe

Take you

100 Bars

Canibus

2000 B.C. [Clean]

2000

You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it 
That's some sick shit homeboy 
A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud