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that you did
And retire on the profits
First off,
I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm gonna put 'em on a shelf with my 800
the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
to school cuz Kanye West has now made it cool to be a drop out.[00:52.17]Mr. Mr., them teachers don't like me is a cop out[00:55.15]Them cop's out to get me
the way I live, c'mon
Chorus 2X
[Mr. Serv-On]
See my life
If it was a book I'd tell my homies turn back the page
Cause it be like I'm a little child
H4y yo it's over in here
God damn somebody bring me some juice in here
I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin'
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up
it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my
and ex-Black Panthers used to school me
Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve
I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail
I can't let my moms die a poor
better
Four days and three days
Might as well be forever
Don't say you miss me
It hurts more than helps
Mr and Mrs all by ourselves
This half
to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . Yes . . . he used to be a nice boy . .
[Verse 1: KaSe]
I'm slipping and I'm stumbling like I can't see
I'm blinding by my dreams/ Every time that I reach
Crossover on me/ Knock me off my
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
a life that's slipped right by me.
You should visit if you can,
and you’d return a different man.
Dear Mr. Tesla,
I still think about our rendezvous.
means though
Niggas packing Pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo windows
Get it by any means though
Yea you know
I used to Cueen
But now I'm
May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl
May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl
ghettofab is the word)
(Nobody nobody) (Ghetto celebrity)
Been smokin' tweed since nine, but I got too used to her
Now I be powderin my nose, with some
Every morning at eight,
Mr Flanagan wakes to the news on TV, And not a second too late,
He shouts at the screen,
That the world's not what it used
Yeah I used to be Mr. Understanding
I used to could listen and not interrupt
But now I'm a different man than that man then
'Cause once is enough
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like that
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.Red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make
do you remember me from Noble Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never cease to amaze
They caught
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