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Lunar light,
Shooting stars.
Autumn’s breeze,
A box of mooncake.


Lanterns glow,
Night turns still.
The moon above,
Sees love’s thrill.

Golden

share, where have my friends left
Words are lost in fog, shut up! makes it worse
An engine down, cries starting to surge
A black box shooting dirt, all

want your hoe you silly hoe ion want yo thot fuck you thought
This a glock right up out the box shooting just like Iraq
But it’s Afghan you know who did

do the perk dance
I be trapping out your mama spot
Get them bales in the mail
Bitch don't touch my box
Shooting dice on a Damier rug
Four 7's back

He think I'll pull up with a mask
He won't be talking in the box
Empty the clip shooting rocks
I'm sending your spirit above

He's running go get him

then found
Want to know who set me free
Put in work
Smoking purp
Sip some gold to lose the nerves
Breaking out the box
Hapé shooting past my nostrils

to press rewind
Speaking in tongue
She always rolls the best ones
In a hot box shooting shotguns
Telepathic minds
When I look
Into your sunburnt eyes

niggas so I gave him my gun
Yeah he could box but shooting more fun
Pull out the retta I love when they run
You think you hard cuz you toting a gun
You

our people from the lands like it been a plot 
They stole this land from the Indians & hid the crops 
Shackles on our feet they got my brothers in a box

in and start a shooting
Grab the cash box
And starting running
21 gun salute
Officer life was taken
Who his responsible
Something crazy is happening

cool
Used to play the corner like we shooting pool
Sitting on the green box after school like

Grinding until my bag different and I can brag different

the same hood
Shooting dice
Green box
Still with the same niggas
Clutching on some new glocks
Just got the keys from flock
So I run the whole block
I know

traumatized had me lifted without me having a goodbye
I'm growing up, my shit so hard, I cannot deny
The coding had me going top9
I'm shooting from box, turn up

a train 
Shits deep like I’m one the boys 

Balling for the net no flix 
Shooting for the box no bricks 
Diamonds dripping on the wrist 
Shawties they fean

Shooting, we don't box, your time's up, yeah
Sloppy, when she suck, she slop top up, yeah
Curling my toes, floating
Certain things I can't do with my hoe

ass
I peep a lotta hating
I had to box with satin
Shooting shit im not debating 
Get money no time for waiting
I aint got that kinda patience
They say i

Boom Boom

Raffi

The Corner Grocery Store and Other Singable Songs

1979

A horse and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shooting dice
The horse, he slipped
Then fell on the flea
"Whoops," said the flea
"There's

he ain't gon shoot
Yo nigga a bitch to us, but he be hoeing you
Think I got one chop, bitch I got two
Bro shooting put him ina box ain't no rebound
I

been
Yeah, I heard that u been kickin' rocks
Kick it in a prison block
The way im shooting shots imma need an ammunition box
She love when i pick

lanes, hot box car shooting hot flames
This is how we live and we'll forget the pains
Nothing in the way to bring down the pace
I see the sunlight through

them down like we shooting anacondas taking our box like we don't have no founder
But Niggas they be broke they be looking at your posts
They be looking

that you can move like a bosshawg
Dribble like a ballhog kobe from the owners box shooting ya shot
Shooting ya shot aint got no damn use for a shotclock

I'm in mans city feeling like Erling
Shooting my shot out the box for the box no matter what I'm making it curl in
Ex girl said she burning

You call me

wavy I'm wavy)
Shooting out the box like some gravy
(Some gravy some)
I could hit the spot like mcgrady
(Hit the spot like mcgrady)
I could drop the top