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I'm surviving all tests
My life's a vibe called blessed
I woke up feeling like I'ma try my best
Life throws me a challenge, I'ma smile, say yes
No point

Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Dirty Story: The Best of Ol' Dirty Bastard

2001

Before the case begin, first break me in
his brain!  And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
stage like, mail, pre

True Story

B.G.

True Story

1995

I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like

of what happens, this shit like hell
Niggas will rob you themselves, niggas don't care about cells
Get it by male, now he get love in the mail
Mama, sister

on the dresser
This exotic come test it
Got some shake for the stretchers
We took them losses in the mail
All my places be measured
Hit locations on schedule
Nah

cyberpunk, cyberfriend
Ne ho a billion nel server
Li chiamo, se serve
Sto in lista, call center

Metaman, cyberpunk, cybersex
Life fiction, hype screenshot
Do

write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her
He a runner, I'm a gunner, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get the lighter
I'll

Cookies & Apple Juice

Cam'ron

The King of Ohio

2009

dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her.
He a runna, I'm a gunna, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get

celibate
Been a drill, to kill haters, Dusty, itch
Like a brunette, I blacked hair bitch
And made centers fold not a magazine
I'm the winning team, Joseline

Calculate the cenograd, heat the center of gravity

Abolish apathy graphically packing 380's

With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety

Vest on your

counterfeit
Celibate I aint with that f**k s**t
If the figures on my check aint fixed
Like a brunette, I’ll black on a b***h
And ya center will fold like

Here we go again
Another song about murderin'
Blood all on his shirt again
Just so you know for sure it's him
Cut off a virgin's limbs
Mail 'em

teachers taught alignment was the true secret
Energy centers is clogged
But you knew that all along
Emanations went stale
You've been getting the mail
Sent