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her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the fuck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Get Up Get Down

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

Steppin' up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck 
Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) 
Yep the diction is on point 
'Causin'

partner again, and I'll get rid of your Chevy
I'll cook that bitch up like I was Walter and Jesse
And send parts in the mail, it'll be oh so many
People

Back by poular deman, it's magic

Dedicated (yeah)

When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,

gone fishin like Walter Mosley?
There's an MC that can hold me, supposedly?
No one could come close to me, only, the family really know me
Hip-Hop's last

rocking Off-White (b-b-before that)
Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)
Walk with me like a dog might (mmm)
I got forty-four bulldogs, you

M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat

Turn
I see them man dasheen (Turn turn turn turn)
They always been talkers see me in the flesh and it's always been Walters

there's some broken glass on the floor there",

I looked up,
He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

ccross the border, we travel farther
Different voices, similar order
We point disorders, in booth recorders
Need a guard of honor, that's a straight up

Straight to the noggin
Modern day problem solving
Seen them on the block
Old heads were bobbing
I guess they feel the vibe
No beg your pardon
Starting

Poppy

So here the song flies by, I'm never subsonic 
Stating blunt facts with razor-sharp logic 
Straight as a laser, cut like a blazer
Mouth spazzed

Point Walter never was a graveyard
In my eyes, more of a Monte Carlo
But I was a kid back then
I don't think it means anything
I sat kerbside,

bled on the pen and paper
You heard them sayin'
That you'll never make it
I'm here to set the record
Straight and tell them
That I'll never fake it

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