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man got 10 mail man got 3 And just your luck the rap game got me hold up [Juelz Santana] Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion Say one more
single I told her damn right Yeah she got a man, but she single for the night I'm single single single single single She's single for the night Single
you leave in your blood Goin' in flippin' hundreds get the young Show 'em where it go Float on the floor Gettin' more dough Grind hard go Black
not yet But while summer, I bet I get my next child from her Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna My checks, they pile, runneth over Older
to the store for some more baking soda Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man Get your big Avias off my mom's table man The fuck is wrong
gal You make it love to a bad man We make it, we make it love bad gal You make it love to a bad man Bad man love, she want bad man love Bad man
You don't know who you f***ing with Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper, matched with a cold killer I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99,
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in
on the block G watch for the block or whatever And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin' Die in
100 bands 100 bands 100 bands Break in my crib I aint treating you like brother man Cometheziene spilled in the limousine And I'm Smoking gas And its
disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah) A .40 Cal., rubberbands, and a shoebox (yeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ayy) Got it by
That's all That's all Don't look so sad You're my gal cnd I'm your man Let's get laid Don't get mad Don't get mad When you held me by the hand In
sold out Cause down a hundred ground Like a rapping in a dope house Man wherever I be The feds got me scoped out Mother fucker let my nuts hang
sneak away honey Take this dance outside Where Cicadas gonna sing their south love song Been singing it to nobody for too long You're a Footloose gal I'm
the stash, pop out the mac Try and pop out ya back More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat Come on man I ain't got time for that love shit Get outta here Niggas
died in Iraq Five hundred and nine died in Chicago I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died Uh, real niggas just multiply And they say by twenty-one
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in
to the studio You know he do it one take He said tell me what you think of this And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man I really wanted more like
As I remember It was four hundred years or more Since you came to crucify And they were taken far away from home There were promises of paradise
[Verse 1] Di Hennessy pure Pour some pon di floor Yow dat a fi Pookie and a hundred more Let's fuck up di club dawg We mekking a toast Wi fist in dem heart
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings I'll play you Working Mans
the game in entirety Hundred percent cut, no stitches required (no) Welcome to Detroit where if you get that promotion Don't worry man, them bullets will
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