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She black but look exotic from. A different state
Can I give you all my love till I get tired
Yo ex still broke yo heart even tho you tried
Say his

Together

Mac Mall

Mackin Speaks Louder Than Words

2002

and all the love that you gave
Mama made a Mac, laced me with boss game
Birth father wasn't sh..., don't even remember his face
But [Name] is a soldier,

got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't take long
We on, tryna

when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you

you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,

Shittin' on your crew, I don't feel constipated

Standin' on the block, like I'm Anthony Davis
When you sittin' on the throne, you can never be ungrateful

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

Sometimes wonder why or if I ever run into you

Won't tell you no lie, even when I told you I love you
It was never no lie, things that be going through my

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks
And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me

beat him up
Tell em knuck if you tryna buck
Then beat him up if he actin tough
Ain’t no one on ones when it come to us
Try Greg Davis and you outta luck

they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You

feel in love when it's deep
I'm from the mud, that's the streets
Make a way, made a way
I drove my Lamb' with no license
I'm steady duckin' in

they skin
Haters know that I'm ferocious with a Pen
Ten out of ten
Just keep it a buck
You know that it's up keep it a band
Cause you know if it's up
You

Till the Morning Comes

Roberta Flack

I'm the One

1982

you how it feels wanting your love like I do
Let's, give it a chance, don't pass it up, let me make love to you

(Till the morning)
Till the morning

And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious
(Fuck wrong with this nigga, man?)

shit for you to complain about, I say the
Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (yeah)
I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel

Pen godly, my god, man I'm so ozzie
I's born with a bat body
So sick, keep a vat on me
Waiting for my pockets to thicken
I gotta get it till I sat oddly

cool till I'm sick
Nigga no question no high fit
The badest bitch you know am with
Love her and know that she like when I
Hit it from back like?
Leave

profits
Losing them made me heartless and it ain't a day that go by that they not on my head like a bonnet
What hurt the most if I’m honest
I ain't get

Al-qaeda all went to war with god's neighbors
Imma stay out of that shh, but you know I'm sayin'
Imma rock and roll just Clive Davis, hall of famer
Clive is

With no roof on that bitch
I let it flip in the trunk
Like it's gymnastics, I know magic
Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics
I never had a master

the same OK
Of course there's other ways, I'm taking it day by day
I'm fortunate to say, I have a chance to change

The choices I've made, have made me today

made it
Aw yeah, you made it, you made it

It's been a long time comin'
All these blessings rolling in 
I ain't even see 'em comin'
Too hard, too

thought it was sweet 'till I'm uppin' this chop and he meetin' my mac
Your bitch an eater she ridin' around with the gang but do you give a fuck about that