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We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
game on me
Houston Fuckin Texas little bitch
I'm from that Nawfside
Even when a nigga in the burbs
I still be outside
Plenty nights overthinking shit
I
the wine
It's a love I've learned to hate
When you tell me you love me
You're the only one to bring me down
But when I try I'm gonna cry
You see I was meant
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
learnin' how to read and write
I'm just walkin' down the street all alone
High as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin' bout some brand-new shit and I'm
Lot on my mind I must admit it
On my grind on my business
On my grind I'm finna kick flip
Calculating I been a misfit
When. I start to thumbing she
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go
down and high as shit
Take the time to argue with me I ain’t always right
I fear i’m feeling how you feeling back when I was in your life
I’m gone i’m
losing yo soul
Mean wrist game cause a traffic jam, bussed down Rollie on froze
Loyalty gone, everybody bitch a eater don't be loving these hoes
1 false
levitate her
With the magic stick nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D I'm gone
Don't text me later, no extra favors
It's really
and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in rounds
You don't wanna her how it sounds, When we cock them flames
It's
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for
and I'm from the Twin Cities
A lot of people know this but I love lil' kitties (meow)
I go around town rippin' pics of my stream
When I'm in doubt I put it
real, I'm real
('Cause before you know it, everything's gone)
Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you
Just make sure you call us back when you get
ah die
Sling shot, hit birds from the sky
So when I landed in the country with eagle's eyes
I'm in the kitchen cooking American pie
That's
pimpin on a pimp ass stall
We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall
She wanna live boy betta get up on ya guard
Get down on ya knees
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
live, always live, Beyond Your Means
Ssh, who the fuck is that knockin at my door
Shit, it's the repo man looking for some more
Grab my fourty-four from
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh
Here comes the brand new flava in
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh
Here comes the brand new flava in
fashion
And when I am feeling depressed
I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff
Stick my hat on and toddle up West
I'm Burlington Bertie, I
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