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Belong To You
Always and Forever, damn
I'm So Proud To Be Loved By You
Cause Just The Touch Of You
Got me, Fiending for you to be Forever My Lady
Wishing

Your ears are gonna
Praise me

You gonna want me
One and two and on three
Raise your glass and goody mask
And get down like a krump-king
Like a krumpking

the science like it's drugs
To raise you up higher, you can't deny it, this is us

Yeah
We doing legendary things
In the land of the lost, we live by necessary

Nappy Heads [Remix]

Fugees

Bootleg Versions

1996

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'

song of love over you says God

Beautiful Beloved One I chose you to give me praise 
And lead the multitudes into worship that is done in spirit and in

immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid

a rapper, he would say some shit over the breaks
Come out with neck snappers, I promise
Shh
They would be singin' the same song as me
Probably not killed

loud
Angels to His word
They go to ships, to leviathans, they form to play
It's all up to you to give them their prey

When you give them, they gather

the sucking song
Yeah that's my life
See me in the highlights
Walk up on a nigga
Knock 'em out like I'm Mike Tyson
I wanna grow out
Live long and show out
Hit

a ceiling
Spreading my wingspan
Dom Jones "do ya feel me"
I feel a heater coming on perfect for the wintertime
"Why you always coming with bars" well he's

feed off of - keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters
Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up
I state the stats

your hands to be up in the air tonight

And I need your middle fingers up you raise them high

I need all the lights on me

Thank you for

Nappy Heads [Remix]

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'

up the sauce had to tweek so mo
Turn up this song till the speakers blow
Smoking on strong in the sneaker sto

You see us in clubs in them sections

up the sauce had to tweek so mo
Turn up this song till the speakers blow
Smoking on strong in the sneaker sto
You see us in clubs in them sections
They

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

of the enemy
Kneel down, place faith in the most high
Kneel down, never stray and you won’t die
Raise up, remove the crown, kill the centipede
Raise up, hold ‘em

chillin at the bar by yaself  and I know you lookin great
Who would ever thought I'll run into you like this I'd say it's fate
Let me take ya number down

This song don't give a damn
If the rhymes don't fit, if the DJ quit
This song don't give a damn
If you can't sing or dance to it
Can't romance to it

Exodus (Outro)

Ja Rule

Exodus

2005

weight, but sometimes its slow
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates 
But my real niggas still keep their stock in me
Feds investigate,

Freedom of Preach

Ludacris

Release Therapy

2006

know some folks may not agree or even like this song
But I'm just speaking MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God,

1,2,1,1,2
1,2,1,1,2

If you leaving, let me catch you
I don't gotta but I have to
All the people we're attached to
Fade like temporary tattoos

Guess the fits right
All this vintage Nike on me
They should just hire me
Or aspire me
An anomaly
In a crowded sea
Where you couldn't see
Since your

count me out so I'm tryna slide on you counterfeits
Let me find my rhythm while I plot around
Vegas money, Jon Jones to the elbow and I knock 'em down
Too