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difficult to explain like describing the sunshine

But if we were on the run, I know that you'd be by my side
If we were havin' fun, I know you would enjoy

50th Anniversary Tour
The drive to Leeds took longer than I thought
A crash near Catterick barracks
Slow going in weekday traffic
A phone in with

decipher how we move, in the tombs with the goons
Fucking with these niggas is an outro
Yea
Tryna make 50 thousand
Now that's the count off (Count off)
Yea

It's fifty minutes to the city where you sleep
And I can only hope to dream of
That time they wrecked your car you were crying on the phone
But I was

and tired of your foolish ways
Who's to pay for hate we acquired? 
They hanging us from the top of tree branches like it's the '50s 
My city, full

it girl
What you want to do
Don't take me for a fool
I'll take you by the pool to swim in you
Then let my swimmers loose
I'm like beetle juice
Feed me

your heads for the revolution (Fuck)

Come one come all 
A hundred dollars a head
Every n***** you kill a hundred dollars 
Fifty dollars for a Mexican

getting by
Workin fuckin fifty five
Now I have to compromise
For the money or the time
Got my TV watchin children
While Im out here on the grind
Its all

on sickles yeah I'm 2ed up 
F*** everything you heard dawg this my hood so you can't move us 
Know papi at the store 
And all my ockys by the deli hold my

through the maze and we don’t get a thousand tries
Oh, it only took one more to realize
That we’ve dreamt for a thousand nights spent together side by side

When I went to the market to stock up on supplies 
What I found I must admit it took me by surprise

For toilet paper and some soup and some cough

quit

I see a future in the major leagues
It's reality not make believe 
How I hate you and I love you simultaneously
The fights only bring us closer
I'm

and tired of your foolish ways
Who’s to pay for hate we acquired?
They hanging us from the top of tree branches like it’s the '50s
My city, full

Virgil, that's 1 fifty
Bought my girl an MCM, she threw me 150
If you talking 916, I'm repping one city
And yeah that girl she cute but she don't rock fenty

to these lyrics
God I hope you hear it
All the effort I put in
My own greatness
Yeah I fear it
Cause everything could change
And I’m not talking a buck fifty

with this, I open my heart
Then I discover a new type of war
Constantly conflicting like fifty stars
That's on me, I'm guessing fights in the car
Fucked

through the maze and we don’t get a thousand tries
Oh, it only took one more to realize
That we’ve dreamt for a thousand nights spent together side by side

Be a oh, on the low

Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight

Even though we fight, because the dough be like

When the dough be right

You know we

gotta go all out
Aint never been ballin' a nigga still ball out
Hopped up off the porch I had to put on for my kin
They was blinded by the vision they

Manifested by myself and many others
You know what it is

I think I'm omniscient, think I'm all-knowing, my mind blowing up
My brain is deficient,

style, buck 50’s razor blade 
Tucked in the jaws boo
I can shoot and fight, pop smoke said it best, so run up 
these fingers work too 
Rep the sets, say

to go
Ol' dirty lightskin, eastside Jones
Attack of the black militant clone war
50 niggas stand stronger than one arm
Tryna complete a sentence
While

I'm not going down without a fight
Fifty steps ahead of opposition I'm thinking of my own plight
Not to worry though I'm having fun trying to be my own

for you tonight! You'll be amazed, you'll be dazzled, you'll be perplexed by the sheer Fuckery of it all. Yes fine citizens, The Tri-Lateral Consortium