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It's About Time

Divine

Fairytales

1998

to say 

You told me about the nights 
That you spent with her down by the lake 
I wanted to tell you stop 
How much could my poor heart take 
I

And a hundred grand
All you need
Is to take my hand
Try vibe with the gang
Type Hi with a flame
Hop by with a game
Get to high cannot play
Half shut eyes we in

cold, but my music so fire
80 on the wrist, gotta keep my time
All about my vibe, when I trip outside
It's some real drip, yeah my kicks, they slide
It's

Like pen to paper  

I ain't no saviour  

I ain't gon save her  

But I continue to making these dollars  

And making mountains climb  

All of my

Trill shit off the brain skin
My niggas about numbers, call them rain men
So the same thing that leads them to the good shit
Be the same thing that always

I smile When
I think about the roses
I picture all the moments, Roses
The Roses On Our Deathbed
Baby You My Best Friend
Hold My Hand
Roses
I keep

in the air, mane
All about my family, that's Grey59
All about my family, that's Grey59
Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Try

stripes by the way I'll be checking out 
Boy my future looks bright how I'm stepping up 
When these females see me they all check me out 
I stay ready I

slash business man like pinky




My ice shine in your eyes
You know them haters bothered by me getting all the gwallla everybody wanna follow
Got

Yea
What
Boss up
Huh yay
What happening shit no other
What up Chinx
Yeah Hu$$le

Hey fool
Bricks all in my cabinet
Getting money, we trappin'
Bandana

the building
BBK wassup
Hola at your boy wassup

Got me feeling higher than a kite
I light my kaya mannn
Sepe dey for system
All these women you won't under
Your

Hot Right Now

Hey Hey! All my people in the place 
Looking for home cooking we the needle in the hay 
From the CA do it all night and day
Ballin

All our lies about, what we're like slip out
All our lies about, what we're like slip out
All our lies about, what we're like slip out

My resume

crowns on our heads
It's not about the dollar bills, no, I'll be just fine
I just want my respect and what's mine
It's not about you bowing down
We're all

grab a seat with me (take a seat)
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees (BIA)
I don't hang with jealous bitches, that's a weak disease
Ho,

things I was doing
It's a crazy world but, my flow is much crazier
I defy the laws of physics when I put the pen to paper
I back up all the shit I talk,

on me? well I'm focused on me
I need commas on commas and that's on my momma
Go purchase a llama, don't want no drama
All on our grind and we not about

do it all
I’d smash up all those stars
And hang them up by your
Black Paper Moon
Put your faith in me and rest assured
When you’re lost here I am

about
Our last kiss
Tasted more bitter than the cigarette
Between my lips
 
Perhaps if I take out all my cash
I could afford a thousand packs
But what's

want her nigga cause he nothing but a broke wing
Tried to knock me down but then I landed back on both feet
Never 'gon forget about all the drama that

and all I can think about is what's gone be new
I'm gonna stack up this cash
And have immaculate views
With my boo
Shii I'm boo'd up still
Ooohhh
Shii I'm

we are sent for
How many a boss like Mosquito
So we lighten all the papers
For those who crave the dollar sign
No blessings from the Savior
We're

Get At Me Dog [Single Version]

DMX

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1998

me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my

don't really know what to think about it lately...
Every single day, I woke up, drove me crazy
Flood into my mind, all the bad, need an answer
Wanting