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"Now I'm on my way to the big city
I'm goin' to New York"

40-Year-Old Version (the Mecca)
Yo, the Bronx, it's on you
It's Harlem, what!
Let

Here we go we gonna send this
One out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the
Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all

a transformation of society resulting in permanent restrictions
On fundamental liberties and mass surveillance
As entire sectors are sacrificed to boost the monopoly

my old crew
Wishing I was with them too

So why don't I try being a spy
To see the world again through one eye
The private sector's taking on again

the old in with the new
Came out the blue niggas' don't have a clue

What you want the gun or the shank
Ain't gon' stop me from getting my bank
Tough times

old money I got Tubman on these Twenties
New and future money, keep this business running
Moisturize, take multis no kids in my twenties
Stick with

the bank
I wanna smoke some gas
Baby let's pick up some grams and take blunts to the face
She wanna throw some ass
So then we go back to the crib and go fuck

sector is better than sex
But Fed Ex prices make poor folk nervous
And even Amazon uses the postal service

So many people have no bank account
They can't

Brand new Bank Account 
Brand new Check
Brand new Money Clips
Brand new Net
Brand new Watch 
Match my brand new Chain
Cartier these my brand new

Some way
Dead locked, like I'm at the gun range
Pull up in my old thang
Say my raps, do my thang
Living off of spare change
Now I'm laughing to the bank

werk werk

for the cake cake cake 

I know she don’t love me she don’t say it to my face

I got the same old dreams, the same old problems 

Cannon like

back home
Guaranteed and you niggas still zoe
New money and my pockets is old
Had to turn my wrist and pinky on froze
24K, Stay out of my zone
Step in

eight M's in my bank
I see old friends it's not the same
It's funny to see the look on their face
Trust in the process kept the same pace
Don't be

Dog Beats

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

an order of that to go then

Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats

No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your

The cops shoot with flash balls
It may cost you an eye (Thugs)
They want to increase
The anti-police sentiment
Use the police like a private army

"The

this task  
which is 
To ask 
 
What if all sectors could unite with one view in mind
What if public and private entities were combined 
What if profit

own Karl Lagerfield label
Born in Hamburg
He has been a fixture on the Paris
Fashion scene for over 50 years
If ever two nations had a
Private sector

your best but
Your best ain't enough
You wanna do less but less, makes it rough
It's 101 in the public and private sector
Either way I'm giving

it's chapter
But man ain't here for the chatter
When I change my shape like a vector
Gladiator Yh am hector
It's all private when am in the sector

then a cold berettas

I'm the soul contender 

I'm alive but I strive to be old

Never bitter 

I'm coming home but feel alone for the winter

Feeling

privacy. Talking Bout, what you doing, officer? I'm Doing me. See you Operate in Public
Sector me. I'm in the private. I got My proper paperwork recorded

Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-

"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie

blessed (Yeah)
I got too much profit (Go)
Okay, check my wallet (Check it)
If I fly, it's private (It's private)
I was low, then sprouted (I did)
Why they

better than a bad bitch 
A bad bitch prolly can't even holler
Ayy, ahahaha'd your bitch to the bank
Nah, bitch, I done ahahaha'd your bitch to the bank