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on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

moon
One step for you on the water
One step for me
Let's go to a place where
We've not been before
Where we could agree
I can feel the sun rays in every

Lord and still put that nigga God first
Let that sound echo in the night
The sound I hear when I hold it tight
I'm the Rob Don't forget the Ray
Imma make

(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)
(Let it go, let it go)

I'm comin' like Gunna I'm tryna get paid
Beginning

I'm gripping on your thighs
By the look in your eyes it's on your mine I can tell
Lets past the point of no return I don't kiss and tell
A lil bit of 4

I’m Ray Charles with it, go figure/

In this book I’m the author, write big like a marker/
Rappers sounding kinda awkward, shoot lines like Peter

(OG Parker)

So just lay it down for me
Stay down for me
Lay down on me
Drownin' in your water, let it rain down on me
Stay down, down for me

a text
But now I got myself a ray gun
To use with malicious intent

Yeah

Eyes closed record broke
I'll tell you secrets in the nighttime
Let her know
That

Engeneer
Stand up, help me out, to jam and honor music

Prince and Ray watching us from above
We’ve got miles to go on our way
Hope and pray they are jamming

This Is Family

Fabolous

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by

Gotta get back to the place
Where I feel the warmth on my face
I won’t forget the times
Of darkness and lies
Love was lost by hurtful ways

I don’t

The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be

Yeah (ya dig?) 
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by

overstepped my feet.
There’s a silhouette enlightening, you can blame this on dumb luck,
She came across me sleeping, now she’s looking to get…shhh

***Let go

on dumb luck, She came across me sleeping, now she's looking to get...shhh

CHORUS
***Let go of these feelings that we're holding, Let go of these letters

really let it pour, yeah
That's when I seem a lot of fake shit, only worried bout when that bank hit
Heartless just like a Ben Franklin
Only see paper, in

W.W.D.D.
Lyrics by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter

who listen
By bic Em, I’m basically saying the brand of pen I’ve been pickin
Im Peter Parker’s Peter piper
I picka lyric an stick it To sheets

ain't pointing to no drugs
Ion think that ima ever let go you give me a hug
I can't feel no more cuz everything I got under the rug

But if it's better

play at the park
Packed a good lunch I won’t let yo pretty ass starve
Catch lighting bugs maybe when it gets dark
You can put it by your bedside so when

Let's not worry 'bout life
Let's go out not worry bout fights
Let's not try to make everything right
I'm thinking we shouldn't sleep every night

the lightning and the storm
All those rays were coming through me and revive my soul
On that night... I will never let you go
This is what you made I'm your

Parker
Michelle Laquan McDonald, George, man
Tanisha Anderson, Akhee, that's my fam
We all kin, no matter the color of your skin
Tamir Rice jermaine Read,

Verse 1
This is the tale of a man
Called Ray 
Never commits
Or comes to play
 
Quick of tongue
Not by the pen
Leaves you waiting
Till the very end
 

They Down with Us

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed [Clean]

2000

your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you