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perspective on all things 
You bring out the sunshine when it all rains
Yeah
Shit feeling strange
But get use too it 
It ain't ever gonna change 

When I'm

don't give a fuck
Cause we all bad
Down to get drunk
Lit when we sad
Take a fifth
Send a bottle
Bring a blunt
Watch em follow
Can you suck
Can you swallow

the victim, man I watched how they painted me
Switched up heavy now that boy a lame to me
Got outta there I can't let em bring shame to me
Ain't about business,

talkin shii leave em stretched like some play-do
Decorate his block with them chops like it’s Christmas 
Sent yo grandma addy but i found out where you

B.O.W.

Bow Wow

Wanted Reloaded [DualDisc]

2005

them guys up but I put 'em to sleep

I'm the B.O.W, who? W, oh
W and these cats know how it go
Since thirteen, I been known for bumpin' out that

King Jesus, every word that you say 
I’ll tell em bout my pain, but also that I’m healed by your grace 

Ima bring it gritty, but keep it real clean
Ima

different faces that switch em like Marten laces got bodied
Drifting out my lane
Tom Riddle with locs in a room of David Blaines
I wasn’t this conceited til I

then we out by tomorrow

I'm having real rap dreams fasho
I ain't fucking wit none of y'all hoes
I done seen too many backdoors
I'm starting to think

Rumble

Method Man

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male

Who Am I

Twista

Tim's Bio

1998

right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out

Who am I, nigga wid

The Set Up

Nas

It Was Written

1996

gleamin', niggas was schemin'
Seen the ill Bimmers beamin'
Triple-beam and doublin' C.R.E.A.M., had 'em fiendin'
To get they fingers on the dose-ah, I

[ti: Yeez]
[ar: Lou King]
[al: Limits]
[length: 02:10.064]
Who’s Lou King
(Chorus)
Bring it Back to the city Know that they Messing with me
I don’t

just
To stand by me got a pocket full of stones
Tryna get off em
And I wanted to do a song but you sound awful
I'm way gone, swear I'm?

I fucked her

Nothing in common with a coward and No,  I don't ever follow crowds
Never run nor give the run around, rather jump in, ride it out
I ain't in it for

Let's go
Hadda get one
Gimme space like the stars and the moon
It's Circs
Yeah
Was hard out the womb
I flex on em throwing salt in the wound yeah

Painted perfect really by a young nigga
Locked in bitchs wanna see a nigga
Hit em up
Getcho boy out the ring
He ain't throwing for shit
All that talking now

be history after
Gotta split em up and slip through the fractures
Slick, we dip out quick then flip the chapter
Finger pointing ain't necessary, I get

care

Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em

Let Yourself Go

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

out-skill em 
To make the long story short, I kill em 
Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre 
And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh 

[Chorus]

ass out if its not percocets its just tylenol
I'mma slime your ass all by myself, I do not need no help at all (I'm blood)
Bitches and niggas gonna come

don't even know I don't want that shit
I was ridin slow drop the top on the whip like man we lit
Told em don't jump out
Told em bring the pump out
We

TO THE BAG
NEARLY CRASHED BY INCHES
TRANNA TO TRADE THE CASH
FOR THE PROSPERITY AND BRING IT BACK TO THE TRENCHES
UH
HEAVY WHEN WE FLOSS
DRIPPING IN WATER LIKE

Loose Cannons

Dr. Dre

Compton

2015

got that shit)
These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck 'em!
That's why they bring X and the guillotine out
To stop these bitches niggas from runnin'

It's happening more and more each day
These drugs making my friends crazy
I'm laying it down don't bring it around
Cos I ain't nothing but drug free