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state I'm fugue it flared acutely
Licenses priceless invest in a shady practice
Retain impunity mutiny part of my safety tactic
The ground I'm on is
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
You said, "Get off my case, I've got evidence against you."
Mr. Justice got a lot on his hands.
Tried to arm yourself with paper self-defence, you
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done
After all, I was nice in ball,
But I came to practice weed scented
Report card like the speed limit, 55-55 expellable
If your nice they make
Then fire out ya cylinder
Hit 'em with that spray starch and iron in the stiffener
Practice what I preach my son just come and see the minister
Ask me
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe.
After all, I was nice in ball
But I'd come to practice weed-scented
Report card like the speed limit, 55-55 expellable
If you're nice they make sure
my attention in her fishnets
Then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
But that weren`t the case with this platinum
to the side for my friends
Brush my waves in rotation
Till i’m seeing em spin
S*** im thinking probation
Best case for a win
Knew that changing locations
The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step
I went and lit the fire my damn self
While they debating my progress
The only thing evident is how never the one you should ask for
But just in case
I was nice in ball
But I'd come to practice weed-scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable if you're nice they make
Sure that you
come to the guilty him a man of straw
This shameful spectacle we can see clearly
Conspiracy in practice
Now not in theory
Heard all of de report
work
Tell Trey I got another body that we need to fucking burn
And pretty soon the rest of you gon join em in the dirt
Y’all ain't made a track till I
your life
They will control all the beautiful
Take it away
This crisis is taking off LIKE A ROCKET
Tonight I can report that we are all doomed
The end is
grow
We hopin' to hop in, them logos with the top off
Passer, hey, to pull your top off Target on your back, this practice
I used to keep the four in
and c-i-g-arette ashes
From that burned down Baptist Church
Where little black fists never got raised
In the light of today's practice, supposed post-blackness
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