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Number twenty gotta be to make sure 
That you count the money (you got to, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense)
Singles and fives under

Anything you want? (Rest)
shawty I got it
Is it cabaret or picnics 
Before I forget just put ya number on my phone
Excuse miss my name is Signal 
I set

Anything you want? (Rest)
shawty I got it
Is it cabaret or picnics 
Before I forget just put ya number on my phone
Excuse miss my name is Signal 
I set

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B, Vol. 2

2004

John down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you niggas

the phone, you think I'm dumb girl I can see it clear
texting random numbers, then you clear them so that they disappear
In my defense,
I was walking and I saw

Please do not fuck up the vibe, I put down my pride, been feeling like John Lennon
You better honor this life, shit ain't feeling right, got me thinking my

should know
The road of sin leads to death love
Got you caught up in ya feelings 
But thats just sex love
Never satisfied the flesh really detest love

no need to hide a sin cause all of them are well known
cin't catching God by surprise and it don't matter what was thrown
With his blood he paid it all

and assist you can call me Mailman
Utah Number #12 got her Stockton
Money all good Green with the stocks In
No stars yet but the sky be the ceiling

((Hook x2)

on these favours
Working like I got a major
It's minor, though, it's in my nature
I've got my head in the clouds
And I be rinsing my sound
God knows my

the ghost John Wick
Oh fuck I'm hard as God, had a sex-o-gasm
When I stuck my carbon rod in your ectoplasm
Now tell me where to throw my nut cause I'm

the eater on
Balling too hard, niggas had to put the beaters on
Pockets look too fat, guess they got they peter on
Feeling like I'm Ric Flair, styling when I

If Heaven Had a Phone I will pick it up and call you
Whenever I'm alone you the one I wanna talk to
You left us way too soon and Now you living in

far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe

There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power

It's only the man in me
God forgive me, this man deceased (God forgive me)
We'll cut off your hands, come see (hey)
Rup up and score on the opps by

walk in the room
Lil bitch i tweaking i be geeking off these shrooms (I Be)
Hoe hand me ya phone then you could walk up in this room
I don't got no

you too late
You know I still love you, just can't let you stay
Can't go too far
Rap by the bar
Count all the stars
Buy all the cars
Broken guitars

You was never really with me what you want from me
These blocked numbers keep on blowing up my phone
If she aint with it then she gotta get the fuck

CHERRY TREE 						Words and Music: John Lewis

Putting on a suit in a rope-a-dope style
Feeling in the mood for a freak you see
I got my teeth shined

nice clothes i ball like Sean Kemp
Poppin' bottles in the Vip
I feel like a pimp at
Long Johns eatin' my shrimp
Surrounded by bad bitches
I thank god for

ready to facilitate like John Stockton because I got a ton of stock Max Facts lyrical Independence dance and prance cuz I'm in your head rent-free with

can hear me thru the grapevine
I'll grab an IPhone so we can facetime
I'll even call Jesus on the mainline tell him pass the phone cuz I got sumn to say

The Now

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes

really gone?
Show you what it’s like to be alone
Cause I got a feeling you don’t know
Poured a shot to get me in my zone
Then I blocked your number from my