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niggas that put forth so much foresight on this forthcoming, fifth album
Nigga this style is fantastic, that's why the young lasses ask for us with such
times, times…

Just wanted to call to let you know how proud I am
Sweetie, this album is amazing
I have never imagined that God would bless you so much
razor sharp darts be like cold stares
The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair
Truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare
To these niggas in the hood,
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!

I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
sometimes I ask myself
Will the violence ever cease "Oh my God"
(You know you gon' like it, Kalonji, Wyclef)
It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God
hustling "police".. 
Got to be God's favorite 
I been through so much in my life time, as a artist, as a regular nigga
And now as a man "a man"..
God's
heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my (my pain)
And I'm getting so sick and tired of all (this rain)
I just got laid off,
fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen Saracen has seized the holy cross"

Then the priest said "Oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God
ask

I think angels get high
Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
Cause I can't describe all this rain in my
daddy said, she's all I got
Son, don't ever break her heart
Promise me before you take her hand
But that's just too much to ask of a drinkin' man

I look
fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen Saracen has seized the holy cross;"

Then the priest said "Oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God
The Baby Boom
Has Come Of Age
We'll Work It Out

I Told My Brothers
Don't You Ask Me
For No Favors
I'm Conditioned By
The System
Don't You Talk
repping my ends, and you was in bed by ten
You see now, they're just hating, way too much
Pay 50 for the coupe, way too much, yeah

I'm doing alright
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out.
I told my brother, don't you ask me for no favors,
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
Castle points you too
You're black takes on C4
Then white could C4

I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power
Like the ashy hand,
textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit
bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got something for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch

Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

Don't even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two
no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'

Don't even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two
would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there's nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he asks and expects of you
Is faith that's
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there
occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If