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Tudunn
Niggas fans worry you see
Us Smirnoff and cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act
When my shotgun

would both go to bed hoping that tomorrow would be the day it would mend
Next thing I know I'm awaiting the end
Years later I'm still plagued by us then

and throw it in the oven with
Dinner biscuits coming packaged by the dozen
Cranberry sauce right next to the stuffing
The meals and garb, Thanksgiving loving

A Treatease Dedicated to the Avian Airess from North East Nubis

Shabazz Palaces

Black Up

2011

still hopin' that maybe I could be her baby
Right on.
She like to wind to that rockers
I'm inclined just to watch her drinkin' cranberry and vodkas

[RZA]
Aiyo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
Up, let the Alize fill them up
Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'
Grey Goose, cranberry juice

the same old song (yeah man)
But I love the Qual (Qual)
Me and face pour a line still on black wall
Drinkin' purple Tech
When the cranberry Sprite hit

pulling out
Think I'm Gucci La Flare coolin'
Up in a cranberry vert
My momma need a purse I'ma come
Soon so I gotta shine skrt ghetto goth love
Met her by

Along the North Creek shore
I had a momentary lapse
Can't really say any more
But I just kinda snapped

I could be more forthwith
And let you in

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Intellectuals

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

cranberry regal 
Stepped off, double oh-eight style 
Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style 
The treasure map stash billions,

tune 
It's always on my playlist 
(Listen listen yeah)
And I know it off by heart 
All you man on Kye's story listening to this voice-note
Go - go do up

easier to tell apart
Cant relate I guess you probably wasn't real at all
Im from the A where they were shooting in the streets but this ain't Rucker park

You Know What Time It Is [Extended Version; Version]

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

juice
Used to do the crimes, now I just report the news
Words from the crime blotter make every rhyme hotter
Still a dime spotter, spit a loogie, I G,

bitch while we hop in the whip
Rollin' out like some crescents
Thanks but I'm giving this dick as a present
Just like the cranberries, goin' for seconds

eggnog, introduce me to your boss
Then let's gush about the custard and cranberry sauce
Instead of, "Why are you still single?" 
They'll covet how we jingle

touchin a vibe the teacher noticing
Fuck that bitch I'll toast to it
Can't hurt my feelings emotionless
Still playin wit the hoes no coachin em
Stayed in

space
Cranberry blood but my soul got better taste been out the race
Locked on just for nothing baby girl you know I can't
Zoomed in on that ass I think

I always get caught in the wind Yeah, I'm still wondering can you catch me
I'm just caught up in the wind Recognize you a fraud
So get me on my wings

the beat
Hold on hold on
Finna beat my meat
I can't trust anybody
So i take my pinky
Only hang with day one's
Snakes be really tricky
Cranberry in my sprite

dogging her ass
Tryna sober up, I can't feel my face
Feeling real looney
There's a bunny in my passenger seat
She bouncing off the THC
Jumping on my D-I-C

a Navy
Plan B the bitch, I ain't having no baby
Deuce inna cranberry got me lazy
Shopping at Saks, remember shopping at Macys
Can't be fronting these

pictures
See I can spot a clean cop but most of them be dirty
And when the feds do they sweep most of them be early
And yea i got a bro that is still

Lee
Excuse me know this foreign bitch who gone choose me
You a bitch you a rat we can't shake hands
Niggas left me on a play I should've laid hands
Seen

can keen like
A girl who can keen like
The Cranberries star
Where are you
Where are you
Where are you
Where are you
Where are you
Since I was a lad
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