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Runnin' through the pj's, no claymation
These niggas can't catch a break, no vacation
Fuck with Heroin Greg, get dropped like a bad habit
'Cause everything

I WANT YA HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP ONE TIME
HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP TWO TIMES
TURN TO YA LEFT THEN BREAK IT DOWN FOR ME NOW 
TURN TO YA

nigga?
Trying to warm up by the oven?
We ain't have no heat nigga
All we had was each other
I ain't got no fuckin friends
I only rock with my brothers

Y'all go fuck with my new song
I'm in this bitch
With my nigga Lid
And my nigga Aether
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Grahhhh!

I had to bring this shit back
I had

south Ima set up shop back in the o
Pigs fuck wit me again we sending wolves through niggas homes
She said she heard a couples songs
Heard Im getting

To the music playing a funky groove
Tonight's me and you
So let's roll one up and just cruise

I'm uh tell you right now right from the start
I'm a fool for you

Now I ain’t bout games
I done told you from the start
The way you say my name
Tryna break my heart
You wanna feel my pain
Why you all up on my line with

If the Lord gon' make us, gon' make us gon' make us gon' make
Then the storm won't break us won't break us won't break us won't break
Ended up in some

track my cellular,
By satellite,
Whenever I don’t
Pick up the phone,

Baby,
I’m out with the G’s them,
And we tryna
Live it in the evening,

You know that

"L  I  L  L  Y" (Song Lyrics)-written by Greg Rose (Perfect Giddimani)

LILLY DEM TING LILLY CAAN POP STYLE PON GILLY DEM TING LILLY!

HAFFI SPEND

cavalier
Stackin up racks
Take ya to the moon and back
Have a night cap on mars, relax
Lungs are black
Inspired me to write these songs and rap
I know ya

Math quadratic, we did it in class so you know it
Math quadratic been sleeping on it and now it's coming up lit
That quadratic equation we all heard

Everyday

Marvellous Cain

The No. 1 Jungle Album

2008

and peace (peace)
"Day's of our Lives" they keep on gettin' shorter everytime that I
Realize, telly warn me to long --before-- we wake up and the world
Is

get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place

I feel like I might blow something up mate
I feel like No-one knows me anymore
Like I'm Cellmate Stizzy, it's hard to adapt to the free world
I'm

LET GO
Words & Music By Alan Turner and Greg Schleicher
This world can drive you crazy This world can drive you mad Kick up some dust have a good

Got played by the same dude man that's insane
The funny part is y'all talk shit to Greg like he ain't go fucking tell me
The funny part is y'all wanna

don't tell me shit
I'm still too lost I'ma call-up Greg
He knows what I know but I keep unsaid
These thoughts in my head I'ma move to my bed
Nights like

Spent your block for about three bucks and you was never there
Call you niggas Ted's, y'all niggas teddy bears
Pussy, if I ever up this bitch, ain't

right, she's sittin' to my right
And she just told her man that she ain't comin' home tonight
Tough break, McLovin, stop hatin', cousin
I give her room

ain't no how I was gon' get home (damn)
Grandma livin' on my opp's block, had to grip chrome (grip)
Used to record my first songs on a flip phone (yeah)

thats a give and go ylu getting stopped in the paint thats by greg monroe
See me billing up a raw thats a finger roll you dont gotta cut the lights just

Imma God my N***a 
I don't give a fuck 
What them Motherfucka' talking Bout 
Imma God my N***a 

I'm underrated, uncongratulated 
Don't hop up on my

to play this
When he had The O'Jays on the playlist
When the Earth, Wind & Fire was a favorite
Couldn't say shit when the song on
Get strong-armed