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Intro: [The Notorious B.I.G.]
Some Junior Mafia shit right here
We just gonna set it off
We's know the deal
This shit is real
On this end, uh
Shit is

What we gon' do with that boy?
(What the hell)

Fuck I lost my mind
I've been runnin' since a quarter eight on
The dirt road straight out The Mo'

If Dirt Were Dollars

Don Henley

The End of the Innocence

1989

kinda look the same
Hey, look out, Junior, you're steppin' on my bed"
I said, "I don't see nothin"
He just glared at me and said,
If dirt were dollars

the hill
The dirt hill by the junior high



I was at the junior high, says Russ, and stoned on my dirt bike
cnd that big hill is so rad, goes down

breath
Waiting for calm breeze to blow,
My head,a tangled web and mess
Searching for some clarity
The closest I get, modified polarity
Never one thing

Well, I fear these last days of Rome might endure for eternity
If we persist gnawing on hands that are nurturing
She'll desert us leave us to dirt

Dirt mods get the green watch the wheels slide
Little A throw it outside real high
Small space 3 wide watch him he'll try
Start last I bet he makes

OB
Slow feed, don't eat, you just slow in these streets
Cuz said, "Nobody, no justice, no peace"
Country nigga at the bank with a modified yeek (ha)

Running around without a lord or savior
Preaching pills and modified behavior
There's a light or an answer somewhere slow
I slip through the snow

modified for improvement

Yeah, I got room for improvement
But when my life get to life'n
I just gotta let it live
When y'all threw dirt on my name

I shook

Weezy
Lil' Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you, nigga (bitch)
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you, nigga

who benched my ass my junior year
And everyone along the way whoever gave a damn 
Y’all made me who I am
From the red dirt on my boots
To the red word

Yea yea yea
Aye
Yea rebel
Kickin up kickin up dirt
Kickin up kickin up dirt
Yea yea
Kickin up kickin up dirt yea
Cuz I just be running the game
Coup

INTRO:
(Jah T Junior)
Ready now now now
(Rastabiggz)
Say mama pray now now
(mama pray now now)
Say mama pray now

and he don't speak the same (ah)
I keep a flame, he bowed his head when he seen the flame
I heard he hatin', they throwin' dirt when niggas speak my name

Big gerrick big junior big skooly
Big tooley It’ll knock out ya noodle
Yea wack his ass then smile like A buddha
Glock extension same size as ruler

instead
Open up your mind and realize restriction is all regret
Hippy Junior have you finessing while he is still in debt
This why he keep a circle

and do dirt
Put that nigga portrait on a crewneck, new merch
Die or go to jail behind our politics, the truth hurt
Pray to God that they don't find his

Real Friends

Kanye West

Real Friends

2016

dirt on him

I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (was)
Couldn't tell you how old your son is (is)
I got my own junior on the way, dawg

the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by

(Haha)

Now you in the dirt 6 feet in a deep pit.

Only time i’m tripping over bitches is when I'm sleeping.
(Where she at?)

On the floor, so take yo

clarified /with shotguns that was modified /double barrel shotgun that was sawed off stuff in my Superman draws /like Tom cross I'll give it to everybody in

And if you wanna be my girl then get up on yo knees honey
If I ever gave a fuck about you I apologize
Double-switch, bayonetta, Draco that I modified
When

in the dirt like I'm Radric Davis
If the cops come, I ain't heard and won't state it
Feds taking pictures and I'm the latest
Put you in the pavement