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they hang low
(Straight up)

I got GPs and horizons, yeah
This that 3 g's one night, son
Down in South Central with the Fight Song
(fight on)
She won't

Valley of Lost Souls

Poison

Flesh & Blood

1990

to grand central NYC
It was ass, gas, or grass, living fast
Nobody rides for free

[Chorus]
Living it up, giving it up
Living in the valley of lost

everywhere. In the sky at night, over many parts of Northern and Central Italy reports of a phantom airplane, dubbed Pippo, symbolized the anxiety

can get you stunned like that
How the fuck it took em this long to be a company champ (right)
Im only half stepping
I'm only half way to my crib in mad

you, back on the moon, snowing in June
I'll keep a secret and leave it with you if that's cool
Life in neutral
Truck with the single seat
A central

Filling in central sections as a color by number, mayonnaise Edging filigrees, grape-jellied
Baubles by the range-top knobs, chocolate ice cream topping

she run around and take a pic and post it up
I'ma drive around the city with my beat booming
Doing 80 I'm flying on central
I wonder if they see my

says the destruction of the deep water horizon had been building for weeks in a Series of mishaps
The BP company man was sitting directly beside me

Chullage
Muito gás, todos os street rappers ficaram lá atrás
Eficaz na street knowledge, sempre cru e voraz
Perspicaz na rima por mais que rimasse Red

My eyes off the road, and onto the empty passenger seat.
Someone come it's awful lonesome, the tunes don't fill your company.
A foe or a friend

don't eat too much
Foot on the gas, hope it last too long
Front in the back and the back in the front
Yeah I got the ball, and the court and the pump
Yeah

hustle, try to shake up your peace
That's when you go hard on that gas start revealing that beast
Everything revealed in these streets Nothing to prove

one
Hop you on the back, I hit the gas and pull the wheel up
Couple times, hell and back just so we can feel love
Flyer than a helipad, these haters

and cyph
Pushin to grind no past time
Jamming is life so fuck it goodbye
To you managers I write a sad verse
On company time
Flip off the cameras hear me

company
We got no comradery
Disease set in like suns on horizons
But if you got the symptoms
Peep the advertisement
What's genuine and what's advertisin'?