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Castlevania, Contra, Jackal, to Super C
Lode Runner, Kid Niki, Mega Man 1, 2, 3, 4
You get the picture even Shadow of the Ninja
Section Z, Rygar, Gradius, Die

circle runner
I rip bullshit asunder
All lightning no thunder
So you always wonder
Where the fuck a nigga coming from
Doesn't matter I'm putting pressure

Trust Me

Wilson Pickett

The Midnight Mover

1968

Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price you've got to pay

Trust in me,

No stress on a chip stackin' conquest
No stress with this full court press
Left coast sucka duckin', passin' tests
No stress u can tell by the way I

runners who played summers from
Wave runners 
Then caught cases and starved cause they ain't say nothing
I got the two by fours up in case the raid coming

the mouth never the heart
No amount of false hope can hide the desperation
Runner up prize i'm sick of consolation
Facade of a hero but I need her salvation

action
Three hours straight of butt-naked passion

I dropped the rubber on the floor, hit the door
Jumped in the 6-4, I'm out it, ho
Up to no good as we

Debt Free

No license so it's drive-bys on 4wheelers
Idolized the neighborhood drug dealers
Thanking God he ain't let the devil come getcha
Look me

fuck wit it
If its gravy me and brody in a Mercedes got four pockets full
Of lil baby they like how you do it I got a bitch that ain't
Three oh four but

the blues
In the city of music

Tell the truth, play some chords
Pay your dues and praise the Lord
Cadillacs, 4x4s
It's the city of music
This ain't no

longer want to fight, oh
I no longer want to fight, yeah uh (I don't wanna fight no more)
I don't wanna fight (I don't wanna fight no more)
I don't wanna

Don't gotta be your best but I'm in your Top 3
I can take yo girl with no designer on my t
Yo need a dope track gotta run it by me
Gotta run it by me

No

Ali

Heavy Starch

2002

no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I

pape bussing Jugg’s making plays

You the only one playing shit that’s gone leave you in a grave 

No drive bys I’m walking up to bake a nigga with

on my plate 4Real
I'm leaving the State 4Real
Big boss gettin' cake 4Real
I feel the hate 4Real
Guess a nigga too great 4Real
Oh you ain't gettin' no

Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he

swell gonna take it to the shoreline maybe i'm still, taken with you but i aint gonna be ya runner up and i don't wanna stay in touch, california, oh

standing by the shores
Signed a con for that Genesis no four door

Aye, Im about to cold cut her
All my sisters and all my brothers
I’m about to preach in

Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean,

In the booth with this shit on me
Bag plays steady calling
That's a whole lot of money
Shit be coming by the bundle
Young nigga top runner
Big 4 I'm

here all alone
Thought I'd be dying here, just crying by the phone
I never wanted me to be your runner up
And though I'm not your first bae
I hope that

Four four four
End your life no time for more
Shave you up might make you snore
Seen them hating way before
I ignore
Lower your tone
Talk tough might

a hobby
But I think I love her
So I tell nobody

Oh
Oh
Every little thing I do
Like oh no, no, no
Feeling quite large
Know her heart is frozen
Like a damn

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty