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niggas can't see me I'm John Cena
Back in the cliff I was stealing beamers
I got a bad hood bitch she rap like Trina
Her pussy on hurricane Katrina
Red

the blinks be slow-mo
I could spot a kinky ho though
All hood bitch
She just tryna make you think she SoHo
Plus I know the game like the back of my hand
When

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

john(john)
now we cracking guns 
and singing that song called revenge 

Taking a trip to the underworld(world)
where i got no feelings and no sympathy

I'm stealing back souls that the Devil's been hoarding
I'm keeping the one's that I think are important returning others I'll be back by the morning
By

Yes, yes, yes, yes! We have our
A-selection, featuring our brother Murs
Featuring, featuring Miss Latoiya
Williams, featuring
Featuring, featuring

knowing Jesus' worth
They call me William at birth
Tyrone got plugged in the middle
Birth place was Alaska
Yeah you heard me Alaska
Birth date now I have

I just pray
That I never lose my day ones
Remember them days
Back when niggas always came up
Robbing every mall
With my homies, wouldn't change none

Gang Bang Anyway

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg

too complacent
Be trusted by everyone but trust nobody
You should pick this up quick I learned it from John Gotti
And I heard it through the grapevine

thing that
Could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams try
To live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in

Yo I'm the first man standing upright holding a stone in my hand
After beating an ape claiming the land
Taking the stand and feeding my fam
Back

Shit on You [A Cappella]

Eminem

Shit on You

2000

I will shit on you

I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national

Couldn’t find a job
Not even a restroom to use 
Talkin’ ‘bout that Jim Crow –
Jim Crow blues

Well, John wrote a book, “Black Like Me”
Mighta heard about it

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

Penguin Eggs

1980

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

Anthology of English Folk Music

2006

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

another link with God is created
We're used to having white people
Try to rob us why don't they try stealing
Some of this poverty? Ain't no new thing

Fake it till you make it, slide in rentals
Stealing yo beat, instrumental
Push up too your hood like it's sweet
Six shots in the back like lebron in

by my lonely
I promised a nigga done changed don't make me go back to the old me
Give him 24 like I'm Kobe drip like I'm drowning it's OD
I keep

out i ran through the aisles
I felt like a kid with a heart full of smiles
The theater went dark gold words appeared
John williams score was poured into

at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas

Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,

Well Robert Earle’s my best friend, and my Daddy used to work with his
Way back before they shut down the Textile Mill
Well Bobby and William both live

John, but can't sing the words to this song
I hope it is not the worst one you have heard, because I really mean every word

I love you Elton John, for

turn into facts, speaking of
The ghost of Brian Jones came back for a laugh, looking for John Lennon, or something like that 
Trying to keep his cool,