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being PIE

Bitch, I came here to destroy
Everything I touch turn grey
I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid
Fuck them other boys
I'll slap them in

to God I don't let the anger build
Why you gotta hit me with the change up? (Why?)
Talking Randy Johnson with change up
Talking Nolan Ryan with the change

nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me

Down to die for me? Hit

a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way you flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you bite nigga, you can't get
Smoke

Thing, " and six other big sides
Including "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Runnin' out of fools

Don't miss buying Aretha Franklin's big
Album, "Runnin' Out

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with

I can't live my life by myself
When you're trying to hold my hand like I need some help
But I don't and I don't know who does
There's two other kids

be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not

around and hit me up
No other man can lick me like you
(Like you, you know what you do)

Everybody’s saying you’re no good for me
But they don’t see

now
I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here
We putting it togheter i'm gon' hit
I'm finna hit the restart button
It's gon' feel like I just
Started

Okay Jo
Jo, you're drunk
Okay, you're drunk
Gimmie your keys
Yeah
Free my mind, homicide, multiply (ply by 3)
Touch The Sky, where I'm going, you

My flow is murda-mane
Cat-five hurricane
See them other O.B.s
Don't be actin like were the same
I'm on my grussel 
Ain't no life without the struggle

eye

The well ran dry
Everybody want a piece sliced from Mystery Pie
Want in one hand 
Shit in the other 
cll results from when pressures applied
No

the book
Up early in the morning strategizing getting cake
Hit up newspaper for beats bring out the 808s
Cause when other niggas could help they turn they

your wishes
We could be Bonnie and Clyde,
Rob each other's hearts, call each other you and I
Girl, I don't want your Apple Pie
Say you could do better

At your house
Don't you see
You invited me
Let's get back to the beat

Yeah, let's go

Cherry pie
Give it to me
Black coffee
Give it to me
David Lynch
Give

Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still

I'm Gonna Crawl

DMX

Nutty Professor II: The Klumps

2000

But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz

Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave

it up
Don't hit my line
I ain't got the time
I ain't even lying
Watch me count it up
Don't hit my line
I ain't got the time
I ain't even lying
Watch me

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

station that doesn't have you in rotation
I never get tired of hearing you
Not a day goes by that I don't vibe to your acoustics
Enjoying you all to myself

Kids of color thinking how come
They don’t treat me like I’m Malcolm
'less I ball or sell or rap an album
Man how dumb, we don’t cherish what we take

a passport on the dashboard
Looking for a south of France shore to make a dash for
Feeling like Damon Dash been moving that acappella
When times is bleak I hit