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eating your fruit
I know it
By the way you're talking to me
I know you gon taste good
So make sure you keep it juicy
 
Vamp
 
You say what I give you is

It's Friday Night

Gangsta Pat

Tear Yo Club Down

1999

at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with

the Crusades but not the Alamo
These foreigners are looking for some toe to toe
Our minutes left in silent holy space are numbered
By a European clock that ends

the rap game's dictator
Took over by force, I'm Zim son, the invader
Fresh to death rockin' khakis and a windbreaker
Call me Michael Scott, the way I get

affliction
Who's infliction's biggened by fictitious depictions

I can't find my way down, my way down 

Making love in the dark or with my eyes closed
With

you cannot see
The dark in me, the dark in me
I like best what you cannot see
Photography, photography

I had secrets I could never show
The more I say

down
12 Years go by I still got that same mouth
I gotta speak up cause now I got shit to say
I write it down hit record and I let it spray 
You bow down

or the truth
You better move
Pick one
I'm just a sick one
Nothing to prove
Used to flick one
Go past the roof
No more boof
I'm in the booth
Tellin satan
Whatchu

Still independent
Back with a vengeance
Another rich town with a little less Benzes
Little more trendless
Little less answers
New work force with a little

aren't kindred might have to charge interest (Word)
But only if you got corporate funding
'Cause then you're capable of making blessings more abundant

women tripping off the front porch 

Think wow
Sit down, take a piss and pop pills
Pop more oxycotton
Have em make your fucking gums ill and

There's no

An don’t address me by my government
Unless dem commas come in front of it
Only fam is who I’m runnin wit
Ain’t nun new about my circle bitch
Same dawgs an I

last
Calmly, I notify you, that the waves wont crash,
You can plunder my ship, and I would carry yo raft
Stop it from drifting
More than a rift in
Your

away holidaying by the beachside
Doomsday clock ticking over to midnight
But sure, tell us this is all fine

THIS IS NOT FINE
When your house is on fire

putting my crib on the top floor
Bitch I'm dressed like Tom Ford
I bet I'll make a lot more
Man I always keep it moving
Imma be racked
For this life I am

More like some coke
(Cokeiany)
Then I
Roll up a fat backwood
Then I
Fuck ya bitch in the back room
Then I
Get a drip
Like a real bad fit
Wit a lil 5star

dawgs never tied by your rules, we give no fucks
Decide on a side, what you with , real or fake kak
We clocking overtime, add more digits to the paystub

Ghost'n women seeking attention
Had to kick the addiction 
For that I'm purposely pitching 
No more dreaming and wishin 
Gotta play my position

limits
They fuck with me cause I been hitting them digits uh
Man I'm talking numbers a whole lotta numbers
My gang by side so we counting up commas yeah

be fake girl, you know I'm straight up
Gracious for the days when I be anxious
And you by my side, yeah forever I'll be grateful
We got our own vibe

I was down on my ass I had to do it by myself
The only thing I needed was your loyalty
Would you come and do it for me
Are you true to me
So many ppl

quit I wasn't fired
I wanted out
Held a strong desire
I walked into more fire
Found the truth
Those folks were liars
I left that home
That fam was not my

been kinda dead so I just came in to revive shit
No more parties up in Cardiff got me stoned like Medusa
And I'm leaving in a Storm like the m'fucking

raised
I got niggas with stupid aim and they well trained
I was out on the block with my niggas playing four, five, six
By the age of seventeen, I touch