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store to cop some Henny
So I brought it to the counter, saw a box with plenty
Rhinos, I know, that's a hell of a deadly
Kind so, I'm sold, later pop it

First off you a snitch
I ain't even 'bout to cap that
Old news, yeah I'm talking like a snapback
Think you're the biggest app in
Store? You ain't

Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
(Make it rain, Pluto) Yeah, yeah, yeah
How you been, I been the same
Blue white diamonds, brand new chain
Buffers on I

the store gettin' looks
From a Karen or Sally
He talkin' crazy, gon' make sure he suffer
This stick eat him up like a supper
My Glock got a coat
Like

(bitch)
Pints on the floor, please leave me alone
I move with a fleet, you def can't get the low (yeah)
Popped out with the rocket and blew up the store

a pace
The flows are inconsistent but we know that we can wade
Take a deep breath ingest and row within the waves
Store the gallons that we've gathered

Come Along

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 4: A Turn for the Worst

2010

competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under

enjoying the simplest hip hop harmony 
In headphones while I'm exploring
Hidden treasures of my town like
Thrift shops and book stores, food from other

more
For all the times you went without for us to have more
And dressed us fresh to death while you shop from the thrift store
I thank you
Cause Mary did

many times, my buffer from
slanty-eye chants and poverty through
playing all night games of monopoly
and racing our bikes and building forts and climbing

store
Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover

Yah, pool full of women

Twin sisters 
Wearing vanilla sweet shirts 
A turkey with no filling, stealing 
A story tellers feelings 
The store he told

I've got lots, I want more. Losing space up on the floor
Adding up, I'm still bored. Everything feels like a chore
At the store, buying produce, feel

I compliment bad habits to the Max Well
Bags swell, big ass sacks, Buffer than Bagwell
Specializing in the glass field
My last sale, thought I was

deep there, my actions louder imma reek, yea
I climax like Usher, so you know im bout to hit my peak, yea
No stop, no buffer, im moving at my own speed,

of David on me, hangin' and it's shinin'
Yuh, you not a opp you pest
Catch you in the store and punch you in the chest
You will get hurt I ain't the one

a nine in their hand they'll
Give you 9 like 50 don't get jack son
If a nigga try to rob me
You'll see what I have in store
Yeah boy I pack son
This life

Fight with Tools

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

Shorted lights in store signs
Spelled in a broken code
Find that it is time to
Breath, build, bend, and refine you

We sky tenants
Give it all but

who gung ho, Michael Buffer shit, they're ready to rumble, if I tell ‘em that you got out of pocket, no hesitation little buddy you're done fo'. I