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Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola
The point is whatever the outcome of the battle
The day goes on with more french fries and soda
One, two and you don't
the start of nothing new
And we left our class of twenty two
And it was my favorite scene
I couldn't tell you what it means
But it meant something to me
visitin our city and your sittin pretty on duce tres
or duce fours watch where you park your whip
cause they will leave it sittin' on bricks awfully quick
to New York City, welcome to New York City
Why'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
All these dreams and all these plans 
I built them all with these two hands 
Everything I've realized my dreams 
City lights shine down and they
or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck
All these dreams and all these plans 
I built them all with these two hands 
Everything I've realized my dreams 
City lights shine down and they
like, I held it down for twenty years in this city so
When I say this the flow of the state, guess I'm a Seminole
I put a pause to what you sayin', like
A million pieces on the ground
Takes a lot to do to be kind
One by one two by two
I can build it all up nine by nine
When I see the images
I know
A million pieces on the ground
Takes a lot to do to be kind
One by one two by two
I can build it all up nine by nine
When I see the images
I know
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
You're the ones who sinned
Not that we're better
Since we choose to sever
One by one fall
Since you feel enthralled
By the pain of others
Together we
CHORUS 
Stunting through the city every time we go live 
Pull up in the parking lot watch em all slide 
Whatcha wanna do call it out you decide 
Made
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
One, two
One, two, three, four!
The ground's uneven surface
The sky's distracting greys
Nothing compares to that image of you
That beautiful emerald
cold
I can’t see you anymore
I feel nothing in my soul
It rains here and it pours
It’s not a city’s fault
Don’t blame me by your role
I do want you but
different level
None of you can compare
Anytime, anywhere
Emirates everywhere
Like Michael Smith I'm lethal
Black market billionaire

She said come on bae
C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets
And you ain't 'bout to tell me nothing, boy, get off of my nuts
It goes one for the money, two for the show
My shit don't stink, I don't think so
Wipe my
Yo, live nigga advocate
Renaissance B-Boy
2 by 4 flow, but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay,
drown in the town where life is too gritty
Welcome to Vice City
Vice City, welcome to Vice City
Vice City, no trial by committee
You don't want to hear
now
Young prince in the city I brought the drinks with me
Crossed over to ten bands and made it fifty
Grand entrance with some biddies
I got two with me
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.

Outlawed by the Fascist
Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
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