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Fly Till I Die

C.L. Smooth

Soul Survivor II

2004

the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime

just like she butter
And it don't get better
Wish that my brown palms didn't sweat a shit ton
Swear to god, why the fuck do they do that

Botticelli's Venus Rising from the Sea
Yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet!


Written by Sheila Swift & Big Chris Flores

Blacks' Magic

Salt-N-Pepa

Blacks' Magic

1990

an Invincible, and I produced it 

It's in my soul to roll and flow, take control 

Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick 

Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip,

Somedays

Matt Wertz

Somedays

2001

could keep
Half that color stored in me down deep
So when it's brown I'd have some green

It's already getting better (You will never leave me)
It's

I heard somebody wanna harm Me
You gotta problem better run that by Me
You don't Put no fear in my body
Whatever I need I got it
Cuz these ho niggas

Money and power thats the only thing my homies know
Made half band let it settle then I make it grow
I called up mene had me geekin through

The Other Side of Town

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

Some say I never try, but why are they stressin
  I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance
  I'm livin on Wonder Bread with holes in my

chick want it all back
Young and black we was mall rats in our backwards, ball caps
Maybe half us, thought rap other half us, saw crack
As the answer when

From the spades in the dorms my nigga
To the liquor in a house my nigga
Live by the G-Code my nigga
Don't run your mouth don’t fuck my chick or break my

Man, I had a nightmare last
Night and woke up me
Before I wrote my first verse and my first CD
Had the same 38, same old 9
With the scratches

lil Chris
If I don't got it on me I'm not lacking eh
Shootas with me lookin just like Klay
My brothers they scheming
Pop a perky now I feel like a demon

a gymnast this bitch doing handstands
I beat it like Chris did
Hop out the whip
All black like a plague man
Bring death with my entrance
Aye
I got 6's on my

on the roof straight on a nigga
Bitch better hit my pager, Stojakin'
On a nigga, ugh, sniper
Dirt for your honor, straight dunking
Kick the cash out, he gon'

stole my soul
I think it’s better off with the less you know
So don’t come down this road
Know 12 on my a** can’t say what you don’t know
Girl I think

me feel better?
Could you whiten my teeth?
Please!
I collect memories in a cardboard wine box
There's little trinkets, notepads, tickets, bits

no be my fault
Ko koshi lo
Now they on me cos I'm the one
Guess who's winnin', check the numbers on board
Inspired by the hustle
Never gave up
Was

I was always left out, always been the weak link
Man I never left the house, always running out of ink
And my friends were on probation never thought

buddy’s but the fake got switched out
Bitches called me bummy it’s funny how shit flipped now
Cuz now they want me to beat the pussy up like I’m Chris brown

health
Wrist breezy no Chris Brown
Kingin shit where my crown
I got the game on lock down
They say I'm the hottest in B Town
Deep in the pussy I might

His PR Decayed that shit never returning

I just caught my momma using a 12 inch black dildo
And I just got fucked by this fat ass fucking hobo
I just

Chris Brown
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I'mma

even know her last name
Had a couple women that would ask me bout my last main
Just know we've broken off things and

On my mind been brown baby
Think

forehead nigga/ carve it in/


Verse II
I guess I got my swagger back/ 
Diaper dandy here to break up ya brackets/ March madness back/
Wit a Chris brown