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Feed up while I aim from my lazy eye
Kick back relax 45 degrees rotation of the scope
Makes it easier to mark you with an X
And this is about you

the jump
Eradicating the fear I'd regret I offered lunch
I couldn't wait to get her all up in my arms
So I could throw that beautiful perfect ass work of art

Girls Be Luvin This

Unda Presha

Under Pressure

come up on the bed and just freak for free
You better claim up on these rocks and let them put you to sleep
Cause guaranteed that by the morning you be

Silly Puddy

Zion I

Mind over Matter

2000

fight for what I want, but I die for what I need 
And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed 
We proceed with the mic bless 
Crashin' in

sober forever
I think I like it better, I'm not your nigga but you can keep that sweater

Man somebody come and get her, telling me she like his crib

They say to know me is to love me but to love me is to feed me
So mi wan packs of snacks whenever need be 
I like fried chicken and greens but hold

twice
Feed your soul, like some teriyaki chicken over rice
No I’m not religious
But my spiritual intuition is exquisite
When I hear that voice inside, I

hurt and burn my composition
On a mission to elevate my position
Got Distracted by these chickens
Had to regain focus, cause people moving funny
And it's

the fuck These niggas cleats at?
Feed her d eat that
Put it where no teeth at
Make a chicken sucky sucky in her Belly where my seeds at
Big four five when in

feed em
Mister Fantastic
Tryna reach em
Niggas dyin
I ain't bleach em
Shit don't add up
Still I can't find a equal
Can't show no love
In gats we trust
We

nice and slow| Aunt Betty cookin up a chicken pot pie | Taste so good they ought to give her a prize| Baker boys musta hit it hard last night| Cause

bitch ear like Beats by Dre’s, 
These bitches get taz when I come through, Tell my niggas I try blaze when I come through,
You mad cause i took ya bitch

My momma's only son
That means I got to get it done
Yes plant a seed that grows a tree that can go reach a house up out the slums 

On the beach

caused the pain in my sista face that's why she hurt
If it was up to me I'd put Zimmerman face all on the shirt
Followed by all government officials

but right now you're real wack

Pull your pants up baby, why you showin' that crack
I tried to teach you how to eat baby, hold up my chick
Actin' like

How Many Styles

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

and tell, but I know your baby mother
I ain't bullshitting
Mmm, why did Gill cook a mean Curry Chicken
Time for me to get mad check(?)
So wack

backstrokes
Money changes puppys who are weak in heart
Thinking they dogs but then get left in d dark
don’t be blinded by chicks of star status fiending cheddar

blood
God MC and for a time they wasn't believing
Had to beat the juice to make them put God to the T
I got a crew to feed shape up
You got a barber

a whole village i gotta feed
My dawgs hungry they gotta eat
They gotta feast s’y i’m up
I don’t get to sleep
I’m from where peace ain’t none
But a chicken

million
Money to the ceiling tryna feed all of my children
Ima a young go getta
Ima go and get it
While you niggas stayn still
money still money still
Movin

ass/ in the trash/ if she ratchet/ I swear to god that’s the last time I feed someone cat shit/ If one more chick let me toss her salad/ n don’t return

she stood me up we spose to go to the movies Sunday mornin paper this nigga done shot her that shit threw me.  True story everybody got one let's get

Joanlee - ”Wassup” (Intro) 

Written by: Joanlee

Wassup, it's Joanlee...
cnd I know it's been a minute, 
Forgive me been busy living
I'm traveling

can't get that act together
One day we breaking up the next we getting back together
You jaded by relationships that didn't last forever
You getting too