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a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We
take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the
week.
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last
tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
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(I told you nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
Blast for me
by my side
If they don't come for me (It's all over)
If they don't come for me (We're gonna die)
If they don't stop the sickness inside me at
Least
Guess who?
OHHHHHH SHITTTTT!
Ha-ha!
People in the place to be!
Did y'all miss me?
Yo
You're the best
Yeah I know, I know, I know
Killer set
Yeah I
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
I told you, nigga
This is why they fuck with me
You fake, nigga
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you
somebody to hold
So fuck what they told you
That's why I stick by to myself
You'll never find another like me
Sometimes I just cry to myself
I'm on my grind
Over and out
Talk to 'em
I'm lookin' at my watch, I think it's time for me to go
I been posted on this block too long somebody gon' call
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
strikes from political insiders
A black market government where being criminal is righteous
Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis
The crisis has
mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
We'll rub it in, every club you're in
We'll have you blackballed
And make sure you never
but you don't see it (at all)
Great man seeking y'all approval
Doing everything you can could get confusing
Told me you had other options, hardest
somebody)
I’m a killer, I’m a beast
And I Know you ain’t a threat to me
Following a code
To make sure you’re never catching me
A Morgan with morals
A Moser,
got ovaries so I take what is owed to me
I'm a bandit in a land full of killers
Racist motherfuckers want to take my life while I'm sipping tea and my
those mistakes
Somebody had told that me you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn
The Builder
Shoulda told em that
They fucking with a killer
Keep that same energy you had
On Twitter
Big boss in this shit
You could call me alec baldwin
Im
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