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No Idea

Kam

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

[ Charlie Wilson ]
You have no idea 
[ Roger Troutman ]
(You have no idea)
[ Charlie Wilson ]
what I'm goin through
[ Yolanda Harris/Shirley

happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully

got from him

SYD SINGS

But working with Charlie Wilson
That was a whole 'nother story

FUCKING YOUNG

I don't think I've ever been this stressed

sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia 
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel 
Now you

PLAYING CHARLIE WILSON AS I SMOKE A POUND OFF, WAIT
O-WEE
I'M FEELING LIKE EDDIE MURPHY IN 87, RAW AS FUCK
I'M FROM A CITY WHERE NIGGAS DON'T KEEP THEIR

.45 Rip a nigga to pieces
A-C-P's hit him right in his teeth
I'm gone charge it all to this black card
I can't let niggas go on counting my jeans
I

Fonzarelli
God’s will is my will power
It’s like that
Kung pao chicken with it
Sweet and sour
Finger licking so good
I give my hands a shower
At that

on my pedestal,
Can't knock me down
By default, it's my temperament
Not tampering with God's pace
But God please, I been on my Chinese - hard labour 
No

to get my cake up
And now I got my weight up
Prepared my mind mentally by asking God remove
Whatever is not meant for me
Cuz misery loves company
Company

And i ain't got no wilson
I'm in a whole new area
And yes i'm all by myself
Man there is nothing
You could do for me although
I need help
There ain't no

Walk Alone

The Roots

How I Got Over

2010

Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but

age 
Fucked up by the way that lil cuz died still got me feeling pain 
Tryna party without them fallen members it 
Don’t feel same 
It’s a warzone going

‘cause it's alright
To take the train
But if you was God's son would
You be hiding in the shade?
I'm Rolling in the Deep
Setting Fire to the Rain
And it's

the mavericks
If life is a marathon i'm over lapping
RIP Nip, long live charlie, im tired of counting these graves
Say you choosing death or living life in a cage

down and I didn't make sound
Distracted by women, I gave them a pound (I gave them a pound)
She screaming good grief, did I fuck Charlie Brown (What?)

so much money I get bad at counting
So I gotta beg Charlie Sheen to be my new accountant
Whatchu know about me 
Darkskin young nigga from the A grimy

of Gonzo
I follow the Lakers because of Lonzo
Surfing the cosmos
Counting minutes in convos
Sucking filling outta Combos
And off to glimpse what only God

don't spill what I savor
I'm like oh god
I don't got any time to pretend I'm still tryna turning up into a nice guy
Get your ass checked by a white guy