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Busy cutting a check I'm tryna make a fortune
Ralph Lauren polos, wearing designer logos
I'm boss I keep it gangsta, no Bruno

eights and hats
Hit the strip club, my dawgs gone make it rain like cats
The main attraction
Lack and you're a stain, get napkins
Chains on chains

Ypsilanti
You the the type to hate for no reason, you a fan to me
Freak hoe
Give her back to streets, that's the cheat code
I make it easy when I ball, like

keeping me hooked all day
By sending me messages asking to hang
But when push come to shove you get busy OK
Uh-huh
When did it get to this point
I'm looking

can’t even pronounce smelling like a bag walk in unannounced for a like watch her make it bounce mesmerized so she gets some time looking in my eyes

the purple rain
Nah he must be insane or at the very least crazy
The gap in his teeth make him look mad brezzy
But the Warrior's about ascension through

thinking should I make it rain
He kept it cool he walked inside and sparked the Mary Jane
And start to think how I can get this nigga out the game
He loves

to shine
Every demon wants me to die
No I can't lie
Baby I have too much pride
You like my gun cause you stick by my side
I was just living my life
Then you

where you want it on the bed or counter
Climb my tower topless for some hours
Like it dirty make it rain money showers
Legs up in the back got her looking

As we razed plains to ash
We laid claims
We exchanged grains
And we made pacts
And we clashed
And we strained
And the rains lashed
The young maids

Casey's Last Ride

Oranger

Don't Let the Bastards Get You Down: A Tribute to Kris Kristofferson

2002

the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen

to expensive for me 
Make money how do I love without it 
Make this seed the seed of life
Let me plant this bill to become millionaire Just let me have one month

like we don't see you living in disguise
Whippin' in the kitchen baking pies for my people that I'm killing
The only thing that's sweet about it is

on me with this.
You want to cut me with broken glass
but it's the glass from your mirror,
and you don't see yourself.

Like a butterfly under rain

off cause I got the cash
I show off cause I got my greens
Ya I show off cause I make it rain 
I do want I  do to get the papers stay in your limits
If

can't explain the paranoia inside my brain
My plan is to make it my shit is never taken
Skin flesh matches bacon from dirt ive committed 
God got me

It's a dirty, thirsty, cracked up street
With a Coke sign over the bar
Where a watermelon man sells sunshine gold
In the remains of the old bazaar

I only saw the world through a dirty window pane
Saw trees grow up to lose their leaves. Being carried by wind and rain
Something will ever change.

I never tell you lies I know you know it by the way you bend and touch your toes
I just wanna see you naked
Make I eat you like a cookie when I'm deep

animals again
Rain-forests could grow without bein' chopped by men

(CHORUS)
Kill the human race; world would be a better place

No traffic jam, no

on me
Thats what it aint gon be, yea
Really all im knowing is the pain
Storms and the rain, no better days
Monsoons and hurricanes
But still I wont

Good intentions

Pack it up Pack it up now baby
Let's get gone
Time to leave this super highway
We've been on

Little bit by little bit
Baby make that

I Rock the Gangsta Shit

Knightowl

Bald Headed Kingpin

You wanted static mothafucka
Now you will receive
A bullet to the dome
To make sure that ass is gone
And one inside your fuckin mouth
You dirty like

feelin' like a rock-star
Make the dollars rain
Cause I don't care about my money
When I have to leave her
She is feelin' like I copped her
Not alright ya,