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Yeah yolet me, let me, let me
Let me tell you why - why
This niggawhy we dedicated this song
To this kind of nigga cuz number one
Duke is drivin' in

[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I

have worn, write your name in the sand before you burn
You play the game and lose it all again
So take another chance on me, on me yeah

Sands gone

talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it

Came Thru/Easily

Chuck Inglish

Easily

done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me

I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point

Came Thru/Easily

Chuck Inglish

Convertibles

2014

done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me

I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself

a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself

And who will say that I stayed much too long? 

Clothes of sand have covered your face, 
Given you meaning but taken my place, 
So make your way on down

I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that

Stan [Live At 43rd Grammy Awards]

Elton John

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

so bad

Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I

As I write this letter my dear child
Know that it came from my heart, my experience; 
scrapes and falls fumbling to the light, 
smiles and tears,

shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to they come around
But they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards

frozen
Everything went static

Death ol' mate oh
Stealer of soulmates
If I had a death note
I'd write in your name
And if you could rot
My luck was your

$1, 100 in your pocket what made
You move to Los Angeles?
Frank Ocean: I had been
Putting together these
Demos that I was going to properly
Record in

won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need

(talk to 'em)
Uh, another body finna fall
I move the product to the zombies in the hall
Aim good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in

lead to hell in a bit
Sometimes even your heart can tell you to quit
Irrelevant
I still do it for the passion not the bread and the whip
But still got

Mac 10 Handle

Prodigy

Return of the Mac

2007

wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My

that walk upon this land
Devising plans to lace up the Triborough as the sand
In the hour glass elapses
cvoiding taxes
This Mac-10 collapses

'm always by the table and still ambitious
I'm an ocean with no sand, I ain't one of you beaches
You have no capacity but still have mad opinions?
Since you

Say you 100 but you coming up short
Got my name in your mouth just like mike jones
Stay smoking fire rep that 204
This that peg city nigga case you

faces still, but I hadn't seen you in months
I'd rub on your head it was soft to the touch
Feeling misunderstood like i'm speaking in dutch
Fought wars

number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off
Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that