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and your needs
I cannot pull up, so come up to me
I'm from the streets, so you know what I mean
I do not mess with the scandals
I'm on the beach with

been a mess, I'm so alone...
Daddy grip my neck and let me know...
That I'm yo little man don't let me go...
Take me by my hand unzip yo pants
And make

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

a choice
I came from the bottom but I Rose like Royce
Man these boys can't mess with me on my worst day (Nope)
So how the hell they gon mess with me on my

up
Real bag chaser I gotta go get it
Baby call me Michael Jordan I been balling for a minute (I been balling for a minute)
I be sliding by myself don't

Bring me Champagne bottles to the VIP with Rye  Timmy come on show me what you got
Give it to me Timmy Timmy give it to me one more time Bring it baby you

I'm in dis hoe by myself
A elf
Get knocked off the shelf
The chain
Wet like Michael Phelps
This bitch
She don't need no help
I'm in dat mug fuckin

Make your money, taking the grime scene up
If you ain't on that, safe
Link up, come to the studio and link up
Over there with Wiley Kat lean up
Golden

Tear It Up

B.G.

How You Luv That?

1998

peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that

the cents that I'm getting like crazy
Too many Jackson's like Michael's dad
If I'm at the club, the weather is rainy
You want a verse? Well bitch come and pay

People going on like there shit don’t stink
Finger yourself and smell that shit
Some death wish, testing me
Mess with your mind I’m ecstasy
I bet your

come on in, I'm ready for the feud
I'm bench pressin' all of you, shoutout to Michael, he believes in what I do
Like caterpillars, I'm hatchin' from my

stickin' out of my grave
The whole world left me for dead, Michael Jackson's estate
But I'm too high I'll never land
A river that knows it's source could

me down) 'cause You never let me down
(He stayed by you, He stood with you, He held you together)
Said You never let me down
(Oh)
(He reminded you

We'll Kill U

The Lonely Island

Turtleneck & Chain

2011

Hey
Hey, what's wrong?
Come quick, some losers wanna fight us
Oh, not again, I'll go get my gun

Ok

You must be loco to mess with us
Don't

is

I come from a culture where it is tradition to dance for the dead
And bury the body the following morning
The sequence will mess with my head

come true

I can't have you in my life no more
Cuz right now I can't make it off the floor

Oh I'm a mess
I can't even tell if I'm depressed
But I'm

voice
They call it a miss
No cue on the list
They house a pay with my wrist
Don't tell me what's next
Sorrow made me into a muh fuckin mess
Became the big

Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Cycles of psilocybin leave me psycho And suicidal
Like Michael my mind is rotten I'm
Off my rocker but baking soda might Get it

An's Campbells 
I got balls bigger than ninety eight tons
You're gonna know my name once 98 comes
Breathing in my body with metal fake lungs
And beating

the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm

and your boss know he cock blocky
No you not bossy
You been bodied and your bought
Your body is a mess paying doctors by the month
You a lost thotty I can

one left
When you come and get me pussy, bring some
Extra help Jesus, Jesus in the living flesh
This is Exodus, nigga, so you know what's next
I'm

you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with

(shit got bloody, fuck)
Steppin' on niggas for fun
All of my choppers, they come with a drum
Whenever the opps see us, they run
Who want smoke? 'Cause