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But now I'm here motherfucker everything is mine
Imagine if I woulda quit, like some of you
And now it really ain't no fun cause I'm in front of you
I

to do anything
Family. Family over everything

It ain't nothin' to it player It ain't nothin' to it Boss
I can get what you want Baby girl, fuck

Who's the Man

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

broke has no use
Only thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants

fucks hoes and get stoned 
My bitch so bad I hate it when she use a comb
I hate when she hit the salon and get relaxers 
I'm on this bitch half way

Tough Love

Plan B

Who Needs Actions When You Got Words

2006

mum pick up a broomstick and her dad take off his belt.
It's no use, her brothers and sisters won't listen.
Undeterred, her parents carry out

Keep on Going

Fleetwood Mac

Mystery to Me

1973

Written by bob welch.


For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only

can't be no limit

A hunnid percentage authentic, see, I got no gimmicks so I ain't protecting no image
My style original, pivotal, it's going digital,

compounded by dat booty I'm dumbfounded
Blood starts rushing whenever I come around it
Searching for a real love, well baby girl yuh found it
All emotion

going brazey
Cause they goin' crazy
They ain't got no ambition
I'm a man on a mission
Trying to make it to the top with no rocket ship
Yea you know I'm

How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience 
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients 
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint

ain't shout me out nigga, did it for the hype but that just show don't need no help nigga

Check my waist, we belt niggas, that can you bring some help

I ain't ashamed
To be preaching
This Gospel
Even if folks
Are not cool
I'll still proclaim it
Like Paul do
I ain't ashamed
Ain't no other name
Under

at myself when I say God damnit, uh
And it ain't no habit
I don't like music my nigga, I am it, yeah
Will I Am shit, well shit, nigga I am the shit, ay
No

perfectly clear. (Yeah It Do)
That's it's meant to be, no kids, no record, and I'm living free. Right (Yes Indeed)
By the shackles of the cold world. (By

Thug Angels

Small World

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now

rapping now
I used to sell blow packs
I know the money
Ain't gone keep you quiet
But at least I'm trying
I know you get money too
You don't rock no cheap

you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter
This ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me

and it's ok
It's music it's hip-hop it's groundbreaking
When I do it, it's war

In the city watch how I'm
Getting head with it she do it with no hands
And I

the winter soldier
Got yo spine so fucking use it
Out yo mind let's fucking lose it
(Ready for more garbage music)

My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken

No I won't lie
If you tripping by my side 
I know you ain't gone ride 
No I won't lie 
Yea we did the crime together 
So you better not testify 
My

no use for helpin' at this stage 
But I can try to send a message down your way 
And say that it ain't worth it in the end 'cause they don't care if

Zeppelin is famous as it is
If you think the drummin' in Rush's songs is great and wonder why
Just keep in mind who Neil Peart was really inspired by

But we lived some 
Don't you die young 
You know ain't no coming back 
We just give love 
Couldn't give up
Even if it kills us 
You know

Ain't no

a hold
Get control of the
The power of your mind and soul
Use your mind, choose your life
Ain't no point in just getting by
You can be the one to draw