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Livin' in this capital of mind
With all the shit 'nuff the blow your mind
Ain't no afraid, we gon' stay fly
So what's up, the upcomers
Livin' in this

through your window pane
I'm insane
One shot could leave 'em senseless
Marlon Wayans
Psychiatrist can't restrain the mind
Of a sick patient
Spray

I wanna get down with you, boy you so damn fine
All i want is you, and give you all my time
I wanna get unda you, baby, blow my fuckin mind
I wanna

fuck with the workers that work 40 pull out the 40 they work that magic like Chris Angel
She fucked me up raw dogging not talking vaginal
Niggas gon blow

I blow your brain again
Show you what you came for
I'm so glad you came
I'm so glad you came
Can I blow your brain again
Show you what you came for

to a clock don't mean your time is near
Full plate of ass whooping, got enough to share
And if you want a piece, then I'ma put my foot in your rear
Haahn!
I'm

Chris hit my line
I pick it up and share successes so he know that I'm fine
Never trippin' off your placement, not stagnant and not complacent
Crime rate

his name
Got a twin glock to that nigga brain
It's family feud it's that type of game
I'm at your shit like a side by
I'm at your shit like a driveby
He

lotta shit man, shoot at your mans Never tell me that I can't do shit, I can't

I just did it all, like fuck what you can't Do, pull up with two shawties

Verse 1
Met you in a sad city, you made it a little brighter
taken in by your pretty smile.
Now I'm in a mad city, I still feel your fire,
reaching

Caught a brand new vibe
Brought a new sound
Had to touch blood
Homie we with cut now
No shortcuts where we been through
I was out my mind I had

bro hola bonjour
On this music ting I'm gonna blow like I'm on flute 

cll these people blow enough breeze like a monsoon 
We had people selling us

A God - Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Composed by :  Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Lyrics by:Chris Tsuanna / Mr J

Produced by :Master Genius


Verse 
Y’all thinking

Someone please help
It's stuck in my head
You used to blow up my phone all of the time
What the hell changed
I'm feeling lonely this state of my mind
Fuck

Thinking their your friend but they hating
This is illusion is ran by satan but it’s really what you make it
If we beef ima smash your chick I’ll admit that

shit day by day without a warning
Emotions pour, emotions pour
Emotions pour, I said, "Emotions pour"
Like, give your heart, bitch, or you're dead
It's

Without Me

Eminem

Without Me

2002

get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow

Harden
The problem is the environment
Grab you by the lace and tie you In
Even if you innocent, Thats Fucked up
Family hurt, Chris had to get Bucks up

Material whoa

For the words you speak will not be yours
They will come from the spirit of your father speaking through you
Star and Lyphe Chris Rivers
This

really feel so cancerous
Not sure if I can handle this
Could you lend your hand to us
Cause I been working passionate
Pushing everyday
Cause momma said

and blowin' like a rooster booster
Well, I ain't gonna let you blow my stack
'cause I can't rely on my memory – your face is a mirror!

So I go down the wishing

starts to cry
I'll bury you by the freeway
If tonight's your night to die

I try try try but I don't know why
I don't know why you blow my mind
I try try

you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown

Diss me then my fists are a lullaby 
Can't see talent? imma gauge out your other eye 
I seem happy but I'm losing my mind 
Never needed any help fuck