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by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme

Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
No interference we
Something's happening
Down by the shore
There is a blind man
Who is not blind anymore

Everybody's talking
How can this be?
A little mud, a gentle
shit 
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics 
So when you hear it you can feel it 
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit 
No
Every single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots 
When nobody said life was going to be easy 
And we travel to this
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots 
When nobody said life was going to be easy 
And we
single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin'
is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
that be from my labor
Spent my time to achieve all of the fortune and fame
And for myself makin' a name
But deep inside I try to cover up the scars
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me). 

Coming from the East Side... 

You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please, 

see-O-B.'s can't
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding 
Up to the old inn door

He'd a french cocked
player there, nigga turned you out
But never told you beware
Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
And you never judge a woman by
There was a blind man on the road side, and he heard a commotion yeah
It was Jesus passing by with a crowd and it stirred his emotions
He'd been
at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came
Yeah

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole
that's when all the madness stops

See we murder mc's every day
Motherfuckers don't play
Straight from the bucktown side of the block
Keep your shit
the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
shawty make it low 

Bizzle got the pistol 
Put one in ya make ya whizza 
Relocate your body part 
Hey ya walkin like a crippa 
When n**** be actin
B.C., teach me what?
How to hate my own, help the plan
Forget the memories of the original man
Shapes, children build Sphinx, pyramids and saint
you know the type to be smokin on a crack pipe
Man, you know what a goddamn basehead is like
Straight too the point the scenario is
Next time you
shawty make it low 

Bizzle got the pistol 
Put one in ya make ya whizza 
Relocate your body part 
Hey ya walkin like a crippa 
When nigga be actin
when there crunked rowdy and wild
I love rappers with their own original style
I love big boned brauds down home cooking
I love to retaliate on the blind