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calling up Grim
To snatch your soul, boy, where the hell should I begin, cause (hahahaa)
Shout out to Oran, shout to the rest of them (Rebels)
Y'all be

free from the fear by now

Told you my life was gone change somehow

Step out on stage and they hear my sound

Last page where we left off

I was down I

from different streets
Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yea
6 months pass

A fool plus I'm shy
A tool out the box I'm feeling tension loosening knots
To do or do not
You shoot or be shot
Did you notice that black boy pain?
Oh

Two Boys from Creagerstown

Neal Coty

Chance & Circumstance

1997

a witness and overwhelming evidence
And I just stood there staring, you know I could not put it down
Right there on the front page was a boy from my home town

Ladies and gentleman
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue

I really don’t know the games that you play
I don’t know if

grips
Now I mend 'em with bars and fine prints
Devastated by the lack of elevation
You been praying, I been chasing Pray for me
Pray for me when I'm

that's from me to ya
Get got for... posterior
Asking myself like "Jonny, shouldn't inferiors stay quiet in fear of you"
We don't let this go by us like

that boy put on the girdle
Stop who from getting paid for that bag, do a hurdle
Aye lil bro what's ya purpose
Shit off the top I'm freelancing these

is fancy, my talent enhance me
I'm out of this world my spaceship ain't landing
Rebels the gang can't tell by the branding
Don't Threaten the gang

Hannah's, from another dimension
Either talking bout Sarte or talking bout The Art of War

She was out of his league
But he was out of his mind
It was a time

into burning through these dope papers, pages of the wrote name of
Christ the illest, Word of God, Bible's prophesied Messiah
Holy Ghost fire, kill it

floodin it out
Talkin' like they killers, tell them boys cut that shit out
They ain't doin' drive by's they just runnin' shit down
If we ain't step or get

love?

The last real pub in the south is surrounded by wankers
And they're coming in close with their cards out
So let's link arms
Be prepared to go

and Westy Beats
Thats why before the drop I shout him out on every beat
Real Izzy boy Imsomething you will never be

you when your feet don't know where
Step by step just walk your road
Step by step, just walk out that door
Step by step, walk your road
At the end

away the dream

And as we go
The fall will show
Our hearts will find a way

From codes to rustic gates
Saved coins for coffee dates
We live out fears

All I ask is change
I need her by my side
I can't leave her behind
All this time remains
Blood rushin' like I got hypertension
Is there somethin'

out an alley I awoke from my sleep, 
Fires dying out and bodies burning in the streets.
How long was I out, and what the fuck is gonna on?
Some people

the fire burning
Like my Lamborghini tires
And my burner from the four fifth
Which is the four five
Which is that ninety-five Jordan shit
Jordans on your

It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even

is a handoff
Warrior from Mayan times
No longer ran off
Or run off the people
Turning the pages
This is the sequel
This chapter
We come together

Oh ticking from upon the wall
When will you stop your endless drawl
This innocence is burning each day
Like incense for the weary prey
And I won't

just to spend it with my dawgs yeah
Thought that I already told you boys I want it all

I just came back home from out the country
Was out in Windhoek