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a window
At night, despite all who opposed my rite
I let the candle wax drip
Like her lips after I get in them hips
Lust sick like a stripper in the city

crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by

ain't the only one singin along
I treat my bitches like hittin a bong
I might find that I hate her by hittin too long
She like a stripper when wearin

board back to the booth
And it's back to the fuck boy back to the truth
Well it's back to Soul 2 Soul but I'm losing all control
Way she throw at ass back

thinking hell wasnt a bad place to see
And for a second I forgot about my soul
No conscience until the nonsense started to show
Alot of things I gained,

reply
I'm cold, I may as well have no soul
But you should know me..
How a hustler know his product
Like a stripper know her pole
Pray the sinner know his

eggs 
Saw you for the first-time way down in my block 
Talking to a family friend 
You are not from the slum
Beautiful being 
Well created by the maker

potent but so important, composed soul like Thoreau
Cole protege, come to save the day
Low blows cold call me Frozone- oh
What you earn in a year I wanna

through things by my lonely
I can tell she trying to fuck, just by the way the bitch approach me
This that fast life I chose (woah)
I been fucking stripper

You can decide to take this lecture
Or let your future be ruptured by pleasure
Infected by vectors, destroyed by predators
You can choose to abstain

take us by the throat hu
Leave the folk who fucking vote all fucking roped up
Smash your head to the curb you fucking pay for
Might as well put something

the pimpin’ in my soul
See the hips that’s swole on the stripper pole
Choose a chick and hit the road
That’s how you run the pick and roll
Do my two step Fred

That's that shit
And everybody wanna hit
Pass around bust it down
For the click
Sauce on drip swag on pimp
You can tell
By the way a nigga limp uh

era that's anti Christ
Out from the garden
Into street but I'm heading to the promise
Hit the street like the strippers
Be the bliss to the poorest

Gun Harmonizing

Crooked I

Street Hop

2009

Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you

Untitled

Killer Mike

R.A.P. Music

2012

a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John

like, nigga, wish I knew (yeah)
I'm here by myself and I got nothin' to prove (uh)
Need a couple million so I call my nigga like
"What should we do?"

Package Store

Big K.R.I.T.

4eva N a Day

2012

he said but maybe I beg to differ
The only souls you like to touch were the legs of strippers
The only reason I know that cause I used to tip 'em

Klack

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction

2004

fuckin' with me dawg (C'mon, now!)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have you niggas plottin' revenge and puttin' songs out
Demise by design (Ah),

This is for the One time, ay 

Mumbles, ay! 

One time for the stripper taking Trips using lyft for a brick and 
She ain't even hit her pinnacle, In

that ain't how you living
Surrounded by fake n*****, I swear everyone the realest
And women ain't the same, where the ladies f*** these b******

Back

Heal my soul with a stripper on the dance floor
I thought you would be proud of me
God know I never give up on you never will

Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke

Ab-soul
You always do threaten nature
How do you threaten nature nigga 
Reason
You hop on beats and you grill it, steam and smoke it like chicken 
That