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Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
Welcome back to Mega Nasty Rich we're talking about following your passion I mean that's what you hear every single day a speaker comes in they talk
thoughts
I should hang from the ceiling
Consumed by the darkness
I hope that it's different for you
Nothing has changed
Now my constant is pain
Coz it feels
came up on tha block
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em ask
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
about them old days
Instead of finding your position in this new wave SURFS UP
I heard a wise man say something funny
You can buy into the business
you fall
Get you knocked off for these pounds, that's a fluctuate
Plug got the bows out of town
I told him flood the place
It's something about this
All about mine yeah nale bhari li stinch
Ayi 9 9 body 8 beat
Got it here before timelines fuck a petty tweet la uphethe oghabadiya
1 1 August same day
Give me three days, three days alone, yeah
We can love about it later, if you want
It's all we ever really
Do when something's wrong, 'cause you
You
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
was German, or even Italian. Pippo epitomized the identity of the enemy as something fluid and ambiguous — the destruction brought by
I can't stand all this pressure
Weighing on my shoulders
Staring at the ceiling all night
3 am
And I still can't sleep
Keep on fucking up
'Cause I
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
me something tell me something
Tell me something tell me something
Feel like I knew you forever but I don't really know you
Don't know about your day
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
Ay, Enko, turn it up
Ay, yeah
Look, it's Melly3 on this motherfucker
Let me, let me let y'all niggas know something real quick
Ay, yeah, yeah
Ay,
the next day and so on. A girl who's smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
on for hours about how sorry I was
I can go on for days counting the ways in which I want you and miss you
I can tell you with great certainty that if
Live life to the most day by day in this age
Cause the past couple years had me feelin' little strange
I say I'm livin' for the day you see me back
worse by the sound of it
Something should have burst up in my stomach
This about a day I should have died
It doesn't make sense that I'm alive but God
Money to the ceiling, so it's Persian on the floor
Used to be shoes off, but it's never that
Since he found the metal shavings waiting by the welcome
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