Lyrics:
[T.I.]
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
T.I.P. shorty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his
game
I shit on 'em all the same
And I leave spit stains on their brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
Insane is
Let's get this money, yeah nigga
Uh, shit is rockstar shit
Radiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names
Yeah, Green Day, Van Halen,
she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
with her younger sister (they both loved each other greatly).
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Because of her new found situation, she knew she had to work, she started up her
it
This is real life, so fuck the gimmicks
Seen so many ups & downs my life was inception
Streets folding in on themselves with no direction
It’s
she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
West Valley, oh yeah, for sure
Won't slow down the flow, cause
My mind is steady racing, geeked up and he's thizzin
You can tell by how he's pacin', face
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
now!)
(Wake up and live!) Break it down!
Come on, man!
How is it feelin' over there?
(Wake up and live now) All right!
(Wake up and live!) Yeah,
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
(BGudini, spell that shit)
S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, niggas is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (ten toes)
It
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
the Okay-players and the Spitkickers
Rawkus got a deal with MCA, thats the grey area
But let us come from music cemetery of America
They try to fool you by
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
the name
Nigga pull up on me, I hop out, let it rain
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from 'em
Yeah
Whole heap a rocky road
But this life for me is only moving forward
Step by step
Never give up
No time
Live your life
Live your life
down
Don't wanna come back down from this high
From this high, from this high
Back to the basement tour season, everybody get at me
All the fans that
releases:
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Three little pigs of Green Jelly
It's Cloudly Now Album of Aviv Gefen (Hebrew)
What's up? of 4 NON BLONDES
a REAL live one
and while she's getting ready, i'm watchin TV
and she tosses me a towel from her closet
tells me to dry wet hair
i smile and i nod and she smiles like she
can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage
Woah
Why is he
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