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this shit at all
And every time that I ball
That got someone that blows it all
And Paw gon hit em with the 50
Got my glizzy (FACTS)
Finish all (You know

They ain’t seen nothing like this

We get it jumping now I got em spinning oh shit

Betting my profit on this

Tell em I’m winning I’m back on my

now that God didn't gift me to spit 
My place in life got me thinking if I get bigger, I'll Ruin it all myself by pussin out, either that or I quit

but it's been 6 months since he came out the crib
I got a handle on my glock this bitch got grip
Your bitch finna come to my crib
Finish her after that

Um, what else do I have? This, ugh, sorry, I just got up. Uh, from, uh, I'm in a hospital bed. I'm in the hospital. I just, uh, I got hit in the head

mix say the Wrong shit we popping back
I cant chill by all means get it hotter And hotter like the system aint got No damn thermostat

Im on ten all

Dirt
Pull up in the Tesla like Skrt Skrt Skrt

Friday the dope boy Monday 
Tryna get this money by Sunday 
Prayin' that I leave hood one day 
Saying imma

Uh huh, Yeah
This is Wild Bill Helium in case you don't know

I'm on that Helium Road to riches
I got loads of hoes
I'm quick to give 'em the dick

uh, uh, uh-huh)
I'm a big dog, kickin' with this ho' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really had to cut this bitch off
Gun got a mistletoe I know it cannot

at the speed of cheeba, you and I go deeper
Maybe I'm gonna have to get high just to get by
Now, you know I got that
I got that cheeba, cheeba kinda space cowboy

the trenches sa mputsisa you can tell
You already see me when you pull up from a Distance
I don't wanna chit-chat ke nyako kitimisha cheque
I got a family

Swimming pool, diving in like I'm Michael Phelps
All this ass in the club gonna catch ya eye
Turning heads every time when they walking by
Bring it back (Mm

I lost myself, when I cried for help
Had a couple friends that didn't wanna dwell
Was hard at times for me, not to  grab the belt
To escape this

you skater me brains 
when you walk pass by
I just de observe you
you gat me stearing at you
wishing that you're mine too...eh eh eh!
yes I love the way

’m at the party I’m watching myself vibing
Like I could just disappear
Nobody would care that I'm not here
I'm not here

Saturdays like this 
That's when

I been knowing (you the one) 
This ain’t a poem
This ain’t a home Without a family
Who wants to be alone? 
Time ticking now
The baby kicking now
I

could I stay quiet with words like this
I couldn’t stay quiet when the world’s like this
Bury the truth and control is heard by kids
Saying that it’s

pressure, you know I apply 

Aye

If they touch ya body its eye for an eye
Cause I ain’t the type to just let it go by
I love what you got and you know that

serve em up like bok choy, this is ongoing, 
rappers slip like Freud got their thoughts showing, 
ignorant, blind to the fact that they not knowing what I

turn to foes, how it go
Still by my lonely
I got my wodies around, but I don't keep a vast army
'Cause fuck all the faking, the envy and hating 
And all

Blickky hold the fifty uh
Run get done like Ricky uh 
Sayin that you got when I don’t I’m like bitch gimme some 
Bullets is for anyone 
And I cant

Dreamin'

Loleatta Holloway

Salsoul 12" Gold Master Series, Vol. 1

1994

hanging on to him
Can't you see
You wish you had (x2)

I know you want my baby
You see I know I got a good thing
Yes I do
You see girls this man is

and I'm damaged all by these demons
Cheering on to just tear my soul I cant hear my thoughts cause I'm beasting

Holding in this monster
He hungry for some

Speculate how I got this cake
They got no choice but stand by and commentate huh
So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about
we gon’ give em’