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was lil James
Cause The struggle was real And niggas was hungry
Niggas ain’t know nothing but Jugging, Finessing, and robbing
It was balling in

the past presently they undefined
Now I’m undermined By the dudes I used to call my guys
Who am I
A soul surfer with his feet in the sand
An average guy with

Wicked

Colla Destra

Operation Beatbox

1996

Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect

Star 6

Scapegoat Wax

Okeeblow

2001

I didn't know what to say
I damn near wanted to cry

He said, "Who do you think you are
To judge on the way I look?
I want you to know I'm ten years

mean you, sort of remind me (Of) the cover of Cosmopolitan
Who you're messing with is not acknowledging
Modeling
I'm finding that you only want

sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

James Harden boutta chock, I hope it’s with the Nets.

Enough of that, I ain’t no bitch, Imma be the one to pull up and im raisin my wits
Put me in that

that's by design
Yellow roads yellow lines
I took back control cuz its mine
Fuck who you know bitch I redefined
You claiming that you sick
But little bitch

LIGHT UP THE SKY

Lyrics : Stéphanie Cooke / James M Germany jr
Music : Tom Glide

You didn't just happen,
No, you're here by design
cnd whatever

my drank
And I'm down to help my niggas
Who have not a thing (Thing)
I been up in that field

Ain't shit but a chicken wing
We need to animal hunt,

Roscoe Dash - Wiz Kelly
Produced By: BeatzByBuddy


Verse:
Welcome to teach back
Ain’t no free stacks
Once you reach you can’t take that reach back

wanna shout-out to everyone who can
Say that they know me
See cause this is what I leave you
An immaculate piece of art for
My people to see truth
I hope

I have some thoughts
I ain't come to preach
Rappers be too numb to speak taste the mic
They'll never reach word to King James
Wish we could see our

Pete
Who couldn't make coffee
He offered it kindly
Tasted like fish, can't put it behind me
Back to the hood got a mug of damn good
They say somethin

There I go, there I go, there I go
There I go
Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control
Such a funny thing but every time you're near me

pullin' strings for years, it's crazy I don't play guitar
Bros who goin' country told 'em, "Watch out for the ANPR"
Nigga, I wasn't aimin' at you, but if

is that dro at? 
Blaze up, lemme smoke that
This is a dedication
c  celebration
c Rick James thang
That will have you spending money mane
Yo Picture
me

Two Beers Better
                                                  Music and Lyrics by James A. White

Well she came into the bar and I tell you 
She

nothin' to lose
So why not try and go and bet up on this white guy
Nah, these rhymes ain't no stick up
They subliminal shots when I go and take a drive by

King James
people caged by the game cause they just chasing the fame
They got desire when they tire then they say Fuck This!
I got the fire then I work

put some matches to a gas can
Work for hire, meet your supplier, this your last chance
I'm a bad man, my granddad played that James Brown
When L fronted

Look at my ring game
I got them diamonds busting out
I feel like king James
She just wanna fuck me for the clout
Bitch I don't know you
Don't act

Book of Our Lives
Written by James Donald Hawthorne

(Verse 1)
Now that we've joined our hearts together
In commitment to each other til the end

KNOW
ONLY THE HARD TO FIND
SEEMS TO BE WORTH THE TIME
NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO
LOVE WALKS A LONG THIN LINE


WRITTEN BY STEVEN MCCLINTOCK AND TIM JAMES