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Used to play ball with bare feet
Now we just takin' it easy
cll of my niggas Swahili
No we don't fuck with Polisi
Yeah, Third World Baby
Yeah, Third

If I Were a Bell

Jean Simmons

Hollywood's Golden Era: All Singing!

1971

And now I'll never be the same 
'Cause you made a brand new me 

If I were a bell, baby I would ring 
Tell the whole world over 
That you are my

pig would somehow leave all the world's problems solved
And I'm sure I'll forget all about by lunch 
But I've got this over active imagination and try

the world, downloading my songs and albums now
They say stress kills, I say stress heals
We all got different feels but deal with shit the same for real
Gotta

Weed comas and the hangovers, flip that, get back till it's game over
Death and the block got the same odor

Pain
Needles in the rain
See no hear no

Business is business, me and the plug had a great rapport

I'm the same ole G since we was sitting on the porch
No wasting time with a bitch, she can say

and the gas 
hash
taggin 
my lungs
by loves
 
calling in sick again
inebriated ways in my ways
with the lack of change 
neighbor in the mirror 
reflect the same

by my style
I've been on the same ole shit for a while
And I had this full grown beard as a child
Been had the sauce bro your shit is mild
Shit will

Wake up with my brand-new software
The one from before cannot compare
The lens in my socket is right there
I'm not dozing off from what's over there

doesn't know
He's got different shades, Mulatto
As the weeks go by you can see them getting closer
And they sealed the deal, he finally won her over
He's

Lurking on yah page right
Want you to know what it feel like
Gimme all the time in the world
I promise you
I'll be right
By your side
I am gone
Time is up

Oh yeah
Whoo
Come get your papers
Come get your plaques
Come on down everybody
You ready
It's time to be right
And win
Is it mine over mercy
Is there

life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
Then send .22 slug to your head

through space and time 
Unwind 
Exhilaration takin' over my mind
See it in your eyes I know you feel the same
Let's not wait for the day light 

Will you

recognize/ this stranger staring back at me/
With the same puzzled look/ then I realize who it be/
Like a book/ I study all the Ole English/
Sickened

recognize/ this stranger staring back at me/
With the same puzzled look/ then I realise who it be/
Like a book/ I study all the Ole English/
Sickened

the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there

I'm That Nigga

Erick Sermon

Music

2001

This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah

make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my late twenties officially,
or react with water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now

motivated, lyrically cultivated
An underdog overlooked by the overrated
Used to be patient but let's face it man I'm over waiting
Put the game on my back now

So chain me to the sky
I could be the reason that
You could break the ceiling back
You're living in a dream world
Late night
Caught up in your brake

the bar, while you throwing up another brand
It's all Gucci when you fitted just to be a gimmick
Image over everything gang shit, we committed
Different sins

want to feel too much
The world is too
And I will swipe for Mr. Right I won’t be left behind ya he’ll come over she’ll get off and go back to the night

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from