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of the illegal use of firearm
He could be sent back to prison for a year if the board of prisons
Determine that the lyrics on the album promoted a gang related
heard the sirens drone
As you stopped to read the subway scribbles
On your way back home
When you got the sack
Back to your shotgun shack
Packed
lean, that shit really ain't cool
I'm writing this album, but I don't know what to call it
Danny Brown came to my town, I wish I could've saw it
I
you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids
[Chorus � Ill Bill
Hold me back don’t hold me down
Edgar Poe, never-more
Only going up from here
Platinum album in a year
Said hold me back don't hold me down
Edgar Poe,
*phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
never felt alive
But how can I quit when these bills won't go away
And these Amscot advances gotta end up getting paid
It's funny how a sure thing can
München ist back bring jetzt deine Homes
Doch warum drohst du Spinner mir?
Wie bei Jürgen steht doch leider
Nur ein Vogel hinter dir
Halt's Maul, Ende der
Eehhh ehh
Dada eeh dada ehh dada ehh ehhh
Rhaymoney AwonBoom
Awonboom yeh ehh ehh
Omo Ope Fee Lowo lope Shey hustle ooo
Sheybi Nah by grace oo no be
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
on my way back home
I'm getting money this where I belong
She hate me when I'm gone
She love me when my pockets full
This why I travel alone
Blue bills
lost your way
Know that you can always come back home
Some days you're weighed down
By a heavy load
And things just don't go right
Forgot to leave some
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
And I’m finally heading home
Beast mode
Believe I’ll beat those
Who be acting foul when I'm ballin'
Give me the free throw
Nigga talking back in class I was
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill
[Hook]
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
It was Memorial Day in '81
I left the city and I drove back home
I stopped by the grave of a childhood friend
And as I stood there I talked
To him
social situations that I'm often presented?
When my dad's at home adjusting to his brand new appendage
Cauterised's chorus lies, the verses, I meant it
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
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