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at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more

with them boys, I'm really on bang shit
Never heard me in there songs, cause I really be killing
Stand over that nigga, stand over that nigga

Then go

to get much sleep
I get mine in a bottle up at CVS
Peace don’t come so easy or cheap
Baby let’s dance ’til this song ends
Stay with me - I just need

kissing tell me can this really be a girl
fallen for a G caught up mashin in tha streets
hustle a sack to make some cheese its funny my
honey how 3 words

kissing
tell me can this really be a girl fallen for a G
caught up mashin in the streets
hustle a sack to make some cheese
its funny my honey how 3 words

kissing
tell me can this really be a girl fallen for a G
caught up mashin in the streets
hustle a sack to make some cheese
its funny my honey how 3 words

smoke
Been around the world enough
To know that you will never get rich, if you the wrong broke
Can't live life through a song quote, man
I've been trying

mama can't forget
Keep that fye right on my hip
Just in case a hater trip
Your song wack I'm pressing skip
Regained balance losing grip
All my curses was

Don't Be Mad

Pete Rock

NY's Finest

2008

dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in

on the streets
Where the strong will survive and
You die if you weak
Two fuckin' bottles in my hands
Never had that
Smoking on a motherfucking ounce
Never had that

more
They push away the beautiful girl at the door
She hustles out onto the street 
Before we get a chance to meet
I run to catch up - ruin the song 
You

town write the same old songs down drive the same streets
Seek the same sense of dull peace the same sweet words to the chippies
The same walk by

the week
But I'm alive on the street
Where the talk is cheap
And sick of swimmin' bitch I float

Whoa, the days are bright
But when I sleep got the moon

It's all facts too
Haha, no cap
Ayy

Uh 
Pulled up to the club in a 'Vette
Got three other foreigns that's down with the set (skrrt-skrrt,

don't invest
In the soul possessed like oh no who's next, I quit
And leave that's no contest
Forever go down a monster, so lochness let go
Of my soul I

your fantasy stay away from me
(over it) you say you’ll listen to nobody but youch stuck in the mist full of that shit to get bitch like a trick
You

toys
Reading books by Rick Rubin
In order to teach some game you gotta be a student
CWN thats Ceejay Will and Me
Making the connections in this bitch

and true extreme legends
Rhymes for the takin' and songs
That you done treasure

Show love for shit that's hot
The beats and the rhymes
DJs' cuts are

of the booth to the board then I'm Skating a line in the street 
Breathing a sigh of relief 
Better than any old version me that's just who I've been striving

the mind control
Helmet made of brimstone and fire
Watch the heads roll, I stroll past 'em in street clothes
Freeze, murdered two birds with the stone that

is gold teeth
This wolf is probably fuckin' all on bo peep
Lil hoe it's been no sleep
c whole week
c hundred sound sweet sell it high buy it cheap
That

a week
He hears the starlings sing
Their song as fair as he is bleak
In flock the vultures
To gnaw and scratch at what is left
A twisted culture
To mock

all to feel this
And you should pay the clinic a visit after I'm finished
This feels like back in London cause I'm moving with the underground
Tricks

Right pocket got a Glock in it, yeah, that 23 fucker
Catch him on the block by himself, that's a free bucket
I can't find where to slide the Scat, we in