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Chris Tucker on Money Talks
All your stories they bore us, but I'm Keeping my cool joe like Boris
I'm Serving the Becker like Boris, your Girl love the D

Tires
And still got love for the clubs if your not a stunt rider
What up to outsiders what up to ruff riders
Po pull up And they aint gon find ya gone,

shawties really show me love
The stay on my body swear to god its like I'm gold or sum
Niggas talkin like they know me ion know em shoulder shrug
I don't

Elite Fleet

Originoo Gunn Clappaz

Da Storm

1996

tell me, strickly rugged
Run and tell ya momma cause she loves it
Hold it down like my niggas when they pissing ou in public
But you know and spolice

chemistry ain't flowing I can't be your guy
All my niggas fried box is hot as we just making sells
Ducking inna dodge
Make it by
Pills just keep me high
Bill

is purgers
Screaming RING THE ALARM
Another hater dyin
Homie love to talk loud
And watch him fade to silence
Shout out my New York homies tryna escape

on the low like I’m working for the navy clocking in double shifts modern day slavery plus your thighs thicker than my mama’s gravy but this pretty little

Chris Tucker on Money Talks
All your stories they bore us, but I'm Keeping my cool joe like Boris
I'm Serving the Becker like Boris, your Girl love the D

no glider

Your plans went up in smoke if you hope imma ghost writer 

I pull up on your ghost writer like I'm ghost rider 
Look into my eye and you'll

won't stand by and be defined as only a rebel
My mind's eye will never close
We will expose all the fakes
As the movement grows
Like the nose on Pinocchio

a blow
Fucc it though, Blessed like I'm Touched by An Angel
Money like End of the Rainbow
I pull off entirely, leaving behind just tire and blunt smoke
I

of Kunta
Is burning
Like the passion up in my tummy
I’m hungry
I’m eating like we have feelings
And we aint just fuckin
I’m tired of being silent
About

Rest in peace
Wait, wait this ain't my usual
They like that boy is soon to go
Back to that fast stupid flow
But no, I got room to grow
Either way I rap

sporadic that my enemies can't figure out when the iron is hot enough for them to strike
So I broke the ice by giving 'em handkerchiefs 'cause that's

people in there
Thank you for everything this one's for you
And I can't live my life without no Omany or an Imboni
Ndabarasa ima shoot you like im catching

the heroes, move out the way or you history
Look what I started
Shot my shot with my eyes on target
Fell in love with Miss America then we made a genre
Military

love me, but sweat me when you ain't okay stead of communicating
I got tatts on my skin
I been waiting and waiting and I finally made it
And I got

a wire
If my situation's dire
I see em rolling like a tire
Laughing, hoping, I expire
Fire's what I'm gonna bring
You motherfuckers gonna see
You never

When ya roots are damaged
Black thoughts on a quest for love
Take the annex
My God is a big God
No wishes granted
He a pick a low card
To show yall that

Really miss my grandma like a red number in a iPhone
Bro, keep that 30 on him, he say he gon' keep that redzone
I pass by my nigga street, I realize he

on camera
Don't listen to the lies, I swear they all lies
You know I could be your knight in shining Armour All tires
Girl they love me like I'm Prince, like

get me the key to my city
Yeah, that's just the way that it goes
Know some bitches in love with the snow
Every day it get colder and colder
Probably why

We lead by example
And accept that when we lead we may become the example
STAMPED

We get pass the bull like it's June or July
Say whatever but can

need of a pit stop tired like some tires burnt out from spending time spinning riled up wired. 
A wise man knows himself to be a fool. Only a fool thinks