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Of everything cause I'm 2 important
You a tweaker
Everything about you is cheaper
You a Toyota Ima beamer
I’m a Charge you double for a feature
I ain’t no peace

I'm in LA
I catch another flight in the A M
I work hard til the day end
I know you living at the days inn

While I'm b&b
Why you niggas still hatin

spit in a embassy
As I empty this stick I might possibly lend a seed
Spitting proper with hella things
That have you wondering
If you and me enemies

you fucked up, now you're in my song
And I ran outta my luck and now everyone's gone
Act like I don't give a fuck, but I miss 'em all
And all the people

it up
Plug hit my line for that pack
Bitch I'm about to go pick it up
Bitch I be serving them rich fiends
I got good clean and you getting cut
Lame

Do Your Thing

*NSYNC

Celebrity

2001

Waiting
For your piece of the pie to drop out of the sky
(Gotta go get it)
Hesitating
For somebody else to run and pass you by
(But you never

I'm so layered
Feelings change like seasons
Might not be what you thinking
So many things I believe in
I'm so layered
Like me in DC winter
Extreme

daisy dukes
Now take them pants off
Let's have a dance off
Clap it with no hands and when you suck it take your hands off

Now do it for the gram yea
I

(deep breath) 
Breath of fresh air
Mix in with the indo smoke, 
Can’t handle the heat you will choke

Marchin’ in the southern heat with Dr.King
For

nothing more for you, so walk on by, walk on by, walk on by, walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by, walk on by

I just don’t
Think of you no more

out on two coasts
New toast for niggas thinking things like the glucose
The new hope what they makin' coming out the poophole
Niggas see me getting it

we let that clap

I know you love looking up at me
Sorry sir but your daughters out back
By the tone we won't hear it ring
Send your boys they won't

at these haters like I'm in a dojo
Peter Pan fly this that rufio flow
Follow me I can show you where I'm going see
Killing haters in exchange for

got to slap him
I'm the shit diarrhea
Had to let her hold a couple dollars for the re up
Baby keep your chin up when you
Got to sign a prenup
Only if

can blame it's been tough
Since LSD at 17 I regret that
One sec' sipping lean now you've had a heart attack
My soul yeah it's known these drugs for time

Nine in my pocket and I'll heat it up like Digornio
I hope you do the right thing like a journal

Aye
My nigga we not the same (Oh)
I'm in and out of my

City under siege
Big bank take little bank, kids over heat
It's a million degrees
Fahrenheit at least
These sides going to war for you, better

There's only one thing left for the ones who sin
Yeah, when you're on the way down and you don't resist
You've been gettin' so intoxicated that you

drop, I don't got it all (ah, brrr)
Chanel ski mask, look like I fuckin' rob (ah)
Louis gloves on the Corbin, hit my niggas off (doot, doot, doot, doot,

Running game like it's Dortmund, seein' how they post, this ain't forum
Get graced by decorum, 88 chains now I'm soaring
All these women want me is for me

Jeff Gordon
Locking shit down like the warden
I’m outer space into orbit
Get blue like I’m Corbin
Gimme 2 pair white forces
Remember them bando’s was

things
Money dey ooze for ma body stinking things
Fine girl by my side
She's seeing things
She's feeling things
She's singing things ye
Omo no ragging

thinking they could pass forward?
Drop a song and niggas wishing that I had more
Now I'm locked in album mode, be careful what you ask for
Bash whores, back

Day by Day

Ziggy Marley

Fallen Is Babylon

1997

day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by

We laugh at them, for they know their day is coming
The wicked draw their swords to slay the upright