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dollar bill)

Jimmy pulls up in his blue Chevy Nova
I have been dyin' for him to come over
I’m in my party dress
He say "You such a mess"
I am the New

shit
To the (?)
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit
(?) gold crown on a real nigga wrist
Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no

gorgeous than a
Hundred dollar bill, yeah

Jimmy pulls up in his blue Chevy Nova
I have been dyin' for him to come over
I'm in my party dress
He say "You

dollar bill)

Jimmy pulls up in his blue Chevy Nova
I have been dyin' for him to come over
I'm in my party dress, he say "You such a mess"
I am the New

I don't wanna pay my bills
I just wanna seek cheap thrills
How do you think your mother feels?
It's sad how far you've fallen
I don't wanna pay my

and nights of hell
It grew quiet over head
And I peered past mother
As she unlocked the door expecting
To find him dead
But to my surprise there was Uncle Bill

the angel wings but those are talons
This isn't talent, it's talons
The talons of a Dark Eagle
A dark eagle looking over the landscape
A shadow moving over

copacetic I will make it unexpected
When I take your farm over I will not regret it
So check my delivery a squid you consider me
I'd bang Judy Jetson then

at the stylus bazaar
I can't stand the taste of a mild cigar
In a while, we're far from what's left of the planet
A gaping black hole, a split second of panic

Black Cowboys

Bruce Springsteen

Devils & Dust

2005

Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths, names and photos of young black faces,

Marvin Gaye, Sample-

Mother Mother, mother mother,
everybody thinks were wrong.
Mother, mother. Who are they
to judge us? Mother, mother
simply

alone and my enemies was all friends 
Problems mounting up
Bills over due
Despite the odds my nigga I still made it through 
No thanks to you 
All credit

Call me Vegas Bill
Like my fathers name
I ain't chasing fame
Just another quick thrill
Like a needle full
Or a tied up game
Swerving lanes
Another

shit they do murder
Black clouds, black people, black roses
Young mothers teaching daughters how
To bust it open
Babies having babies and them
Babies

Fuck the Media

The Terrorists

Terror Strikes: Always Bizness, Never Personal

featuring Bushwick Bill 



[Dope-E] 

Yeah, getting ready to slash to media... 

You see, what you need to do is start jocking

since I came out my mother
At birth and hit earth it's like I been cursed man this shit hurt
Hey hey all this police brutality and black on black crime

4 U

Rick Ross

Speechless

2014

(wassup?)
Standing over there
Resting your high heels
If gorgeousness was money
Your face would be on that bill
Call me dumb or cray
Long as you call me out

Yeah
Lets get it
Lets get it
Yeah 

I'ma go so hard in this mother fucker
They told me I can be a star in this mother fucker
They all wanted me

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

to death, lay Bill.

Ice, white ice, like a winding-sheet, sheathing each smoke-grimed wall;
Ice on the stove-pipe, ice on the bed, ice gleaming over all;

Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga

down in Washington
I've gambled over in Spain
I'm going back to Portland
To gamble my last game

Had an Uncle Bill in Portland
Many more weeks but three

and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately

and black
And spouting the news that the revolution is coming
And you better get ready, sort of like
The end of the world is coming, unfortunately

We're chasing millions and dollar bills for days
We're chasing dollar bills and millions for days
We're chasing dollar bills and millions for days