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worry
Is who you won't be

When you got no purpose
You're in no hurry
Your only worry
Is who you won't be

I need to slow down
Don't ask me to come around

else by the rising
If they don't catch us in a lie

Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like

selfish you that's my recipe
To be a better me, live by my own tempo
I'm investing cash you would have spent on a stone bezel
Inner drive as a Porsche

On and On

Biz Markie

AJA

2003

her underarms sore
And that's why Eleanor, don't use it no more
Her girl named Betty, who used to go with Freddie
asked me was I ready, for us to go

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

Your mans finna flee i'm back in the game
Had to lace up the cleats
You know I count paper
Walk in that bitch like Conor McGregor
Boy, don't try to save

don't you ever disrespect me"
Tristan Thompson tryna keep his new baby a secret
Seventy-five thousand couldn't get her not to keep it (it couldn't)

I wanna watch Foolish excuse me, miss
I don't appreciate your rudeness
But if you strip
I will appreciate your nudeness
I heard the best head come

that shit cost me two mil'
If you don't let me hit, I bet your friend will
Feelin' real generous, might pay her light bill
Burnin' 'cause sometimes

crew
And you don't do dat
Dat's the difference between me and you
See me, I keep it gutta, keep it hood
Keep it gangsta
You keep it lame, keep it fake

R.N.S.

Freddie Foxxx

Industry Shakedown

2000

of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no

Bitch you dont know me i could pull out my glock
I could put a hundred shots in you until i dont stop
Bitch im like jason i could chop off your legs

lee even McGregor couldn’t handle these hands
This shit so easy like telling a lie niggas they mad I can smell the envy
Staying in my lane I don’t need

nigga
Hit yo block nigga
I don’t read minds but I’m stealing thots nigga
And I’m spark gang you kno how I rock nigga
And my pistol name McGregor cuz it

Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly
Hair off the streets
You

The Militia

Freddie Foxxx

Street Triumph

2006

the rhyme is hot
Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia 

You niggaz owe

rockstar just like Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Bet you remember me
Bet she remember me
Don't need my eyes to see
I'm onto higher things
I fucked her on a bean

Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying?
I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got

No Omega

Eric B. & Rakim

The Document II

2003

me 
You try hard and Die Hard, you ain't Eveready 
When they check the pulse, you'll be +Dead+ as +Freddie+ 
Sharper spears for new ideas 
Check

Lately

Freddie Gibbs

Shadow of a Doubt

2015

want the dick, don't flex
I know you hoes want the dick, don't flex
All I wanna do is pull the thots out nigga
Throw a party by the pool, put them hoes

rank
Don't need my son to be no doctor, he can always take my place
Prick his finger and kiss him, now he initiated
Sunday night through Thursday, you

Heal Yourself

HEAL

H.E.A.L.: Civilization Vs. Technology

1991

(chorus:harmony)
Heal yourself you got to heal yourself

(kid capri talks)

(big daddy kane)
Mama said don't do crack and smoke you know
'cause it

here with peace and love.
We need your help to soar beyond
The ruby sky up above.

Chorus

Wouldn't want to harm you,
Wouldn't want to scare you
Don't be

be a first round like McGregor
In the fast lane so I tell em see ya later
Matter of fact I blow by like Kyrie
Make me a mil' off diary entries
I got