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this bitch Like a NASCAR
A.Peezy right behind me we on our Way just to crack cards
Been on my John since a little kid, ain't Gotta act hard

I done

what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart?
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale
You ain't gotta Lee Corso
You ain't gotta have

just a mystery to me
But read between the lines and realize and sympathize
A little time will wash you clean, just simplify and what you'll see
Is pussy,

Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets

Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even

Get Off My Block

Busta Rhymes

When Disaster Strikes [Clean]

1997

a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'

Get Off My Block

Busta Rhymes

When Disaster Strikes

1997

a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'

We had a little juice
Probably the Dom or the Afghani bud in me
We played the stage
Standin' by the speaker and suddenly
Who tapped me? I'm 'bout

Lesley

Ruelle

Psychodrama

2019

a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'

we pray Amen
Whole time I thought you would get taken out  by crooked cops
Not a faulty heart that I gave you tryna stop
So many meets you would think

licks up into position by listenin'
Add some touches in that's simply missin'

A little echo is good to go with how I always check it
The poetry elicit

In My Blood

Scarface

My Homies

1998

You wonder why
I hang with these thugs.
Whut?
I'm from the hood,
Nigga.
I gives a fuck. (I gives a fuck.)
It's in my blood.
Since I was little

my seller
Sniffing around for the cheese
I'm worried about my kids grow up
Getting punk'd by the streets
And don't take it from me
I'm leaving a legacy

Getting this money I'm stacking my cake
Black Superhero but I don't need a cape
My little John getting straight to the cake
Play with my nigga
Heaven awaits

me a little moe
I said he got to go
Fuck with my daughta and so know
You just goin have to be
Another victim of a unsolved mysteries
Caught a flight

just my time, baby
I cried for the sunshine
Now I've found sweet love from above
Everyone needs a little sometimes
But the rain keeps comin' down

Soon I shall know her Water well
Sail on Little One, sail on

Aqua vitae, water of life, sweet Brittany
Aqua vitae
Someday she will be born
Out

Gluttony

Beauty place, children's home

A fat witch told: Run from John and Mary

Sweet kids in a man suit

H2O it's equal stage

Bubble-Bubble Gun, Ice

Baby, I don’t need no Tifanny
Your sugar plum love is enough for me
You make my Christmas

Got a sweet little angel at the top of the tree
My sweet baby

of night
Reliving the past as I shut my eyes
Almost taken by the reapers plan
Now Im taken by the sandman
Sandman, sandman
Being petty doesn't look good

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Do You Think of Me – Tommy John Ehman - Copyright 2017

How've you been, I can't believe it's you
You look the same to me girl you haven't aged a day

CHERRY TREE 						Words and Music: John Lewis

Putting on a suit in a rope-a-dope style
Feeling in the mood for a freak you see
I got my teeth shined

for the praise
In fact, it's the lack he prefers
By now he has found
A home in this town
With the one Little Paw at his side
He's a bard, he's a chum

I had a dream a Dennys moved to town
Moved to town in my hometown
In my hometown in my hometown
I got robbed by a sweet little girl
She needed money