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brothers I done lost
Man this shit gotta go
I can't deal with all this dying, I'll be praying for their souls
Yea my heart in so much pain I'm thinking that

a care,
Man, how the fuck is life so unfair?
If I had enough left I'd pull out my hair,
So many other people I'd pick to swap with you there,
I'll never

well, back once again by popular demand
It's '87, y'all, so no more Roxanne
Just an everlasting name on some tapes that playin'
I let the new

ambulance
Birds flying, Peter Pan
Who the man? I'm the man
Stunna man, hundred bands
In every pocket fam
Shrimps and crabs, designer pants
Lobster crabs with

'm the man 
Run thru that sack 
Fuck that stack up them bands 
Gotta advance 
Bitch I need that cash in my hands

Got contraband wrapped up by Taliban's
Pots

When I walk in I establish I'm the man, look me in my eyes I ain't tryna shake no hands, I'm tryna talk about that paper in them bands

When I walk

Air Force Ones

Nelly

Nellyville

2002

boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)

Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big

Well how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun
I've been

changed ...forever changed

The wind blows cold across these mountains
The rivers flow to a different sea
Left to die alone with two young ones in tow
Being

oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking

a heart attack
Smoke got me had me coughing
Think Im bluffing robitussin cmon man got a four by four
Not no Wendys on the tar around the field
Make ya

I'm just a deadbeat a silly old man
I'm bumping loud music
Like I'm playing in a band
Lining up these bitches
With their necks in the sand
Popping

cameras
Buy the bitch back get bands up

1.0 no rehash 
High off life i relapsed
Hit the blunt 2 times then i relax

Beat the fuck out you n—— and no you

respect for the dinners
Stepped all on that grub no kisses or hugs
Drive by's that's us hanging out the window
Passenger side I'm scrubs
Passenger side, man

hitters in the sands
And in sudan
And in Khartoum
I got necessary plans
To be that man
Up on the moon

I said
Yea i took a chance
I made them bands
I made

everybody by surprise, Show them what you bout'
Showing you how to show everybody you a prize, Delete all the doubt
Huh
Pop out the bands
I'm finna get lit

smile too much
Cause I gotta watch my man's flow
Man talk rude and I let that slide
Next time might have to dun that dance
Single by choice cause I don't

hold no rank, don't hold no rank
Don't hold no rank

Yeah my Lamborghini owned by me
I don't rent from your mans, yeah, yeah
You know I ran it up with

it is
And it led me here to this
Giving life a melody makes it all alright
Sitting by the piano I realised one night

I wanna sing that workin' man's

the game but got abortions
I ain't having it
Written and created by this mystery man Glitch
Dictated by him too plus the message be mandated
And he's highly

the street one day
It wasn't in Philadelphia, thank god
I was talking into a walkman, not a Pac Man
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a a gang of young, rough,

I find it absurd
To bring us over here and laugh when we put in the work
Man these cops got it twisted
They Racist, they don't need badges
They use

down
When this short fat guy
Stretched a band between his toes
Hey, I laughed so hard 'cause the man got down
When he finally reached his goal

blowing cookie by the bail
I go hard for a check
Getting bands what you think
Trying to get the Lambo with the paint
Offsets what you thank dripping paint
I