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Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit?

hold

cnd I'm way off course 
Gotta get back to the tracks
Gotta get back on track yeah yeah 

cnd these flames aren't 
cs hot I once thought 
cs high

Dust eyes with my tongue tied 
Come by when you wanna get combined 
Unsigned but I brung it like I was signed 
Thumb glide like Bruce
Call it Kung Type

Everyday

Plan B

London To Brighton

2007

sight
Blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day, 
Thinking this sinking feeling will go away
As I set off on my track the little voice in

didn't see
And what it was doing to me
And now that I've got on with my life she wants me back
Wants our love back on track
But I just can't see how you

the law resides
After that, it's a separatist homicide
Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide
You tried to get entranced by the folks 
That try to get

that
Learn money gain like a new stat
Been screwed up with no cash
I was down bad with no back
Like an F1 on that race track
Finna bounce back with a new

the tag
The jacket is custom, you seein' my name on the back
I'm running track
In love with the hustle, I double and triple a rack
I get the bag
Style is

you know

I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by

one to get on
To get on and go

Yeah, all of the boxcars are gone and we need to
Find some way back
To find someone
To find some other track

I could

Back on a track with a better view
And I'm getting closer to perfection
Cause of you

Clo-ser, to-to perfection
Gone in a beat
Suddenly I'm on my

and I nearly drowned out in the dry sand
I felt it slipping through my unwashed hands
No map no track hope I make it back

Can you hear me through

like dust in the sky

Cut all your cards
Try it man it ain't hard
Get back on track
Come this way and don't look back

Life ain't no game
You work hard

thinking about my lost time feelings come back
Together got to get back on track

Catch your breath
Catch your breath
Catch your breath
Catch your breath

gold diggers)
Fuck that shit and get the…
Fuck, fuck, fuck that shit and get the bag
Fuck that shit and get bag
Fuck these niggas, watch your back
Put my

Mexican

Roni Size

In the Møde

2000

real we know that you shold know by now
You see it`s started already you should tell by now
Exact the satisfied frends around the track
We`ve already

[DRAKE:]
It's Southern Smoke Boy !
Ho, Yeah, Uh huh
It's Trey Songz and uh, D-R-A-K-K-E
Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man
Ayo Track, I got

don't worry
If they remember your face, they've forgotten your name by now
Darling, don't worry
If you sleep through tonight, I will get us back home
in

Said she's the silver-haired mama
Grinning thru her juicy-fruit gum

Her house next door is spic and span down by our railroad tracks
If the engineer

is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep

huh)
A waste of a good dick if you ask me (Ask me)
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
(Back in it) if it's a weave fuck around and
Pull a track in

get right back on track
No slipping on down between the cracks
The rails may lead to what I need
I know I can do it just cut me some slack

Rolling by

get this far in life
Eighteen seemed so distant now all I do is fight with my mind
All this time content with comfort
Oh how did I ever get by
Oh how

I done peeped you and your friend 
Let me be the meat in the sandwich 
I can tell you eat the bread 
By the way that ass sit
Enemies can get the lead