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hour
By a friend we never knew
We had before
And now we sense we stand
Before the final door
He wants to fight
But he can carry on no more

It's

full of them knots
He talkin' sticks, so we put him on Fox
(Grrt, baow) bought my bitch an ass
Then I put her in Louis Vuitton boots
Fuck a loft
I want

more more than y’all (heyy)

He wants my pants he wants what’s in my bra
I’m at his door i’m ’bout to break him off
He’s not a whore he’s not a dog

them

By not giving them for what they became great at
By not giving them for what they do
No, pass that along to them, bless them
Let them do what

I'm a falcon
I'm a king, I drink lean out of chalice

He ain't hard, he weak, he fractured
They want a beef, I turned him into cattle
He stole, so we

a way
I could let somebody else control 
My wave 
My cousin said he got into some smoke today
To let him know bout problems he’ll come let it spray

(Niggas all the same)
We got the lo', we stayed
Think with his dick, now his brain missin'
(His dick, now his brain)
He went and bought him a chain
But we

Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna

Dave, caught up with him, he finito
Up above y'all like I'm Skeecho, quatro, cinco, shells sing slow
Hit him two times with the Gleeko (bah-bah), now he

more more blessings
I really want to give him my all
Coz I can't survive without him in the world
The devil tryna take my soul
But I am protected by

When the Time's Right

Akon

Trouble [Bonus CD]

2004

Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok, ok, ok, ok,

When the Time's Right

Akon

Trouble [Clean]

2004

Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,

the mail
This shit some pressure you don't got to smell
These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails
Say he a demon we bringing him hell
Choppa gon sing like it's

it’s fraudulent, 60 minutes later Timothy called me, he couldn’t stop crying
Keaton got hit by a car on the way to the airport, please stop him he

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He

'bout that)
Nigga don't really want that beef
(He be hidin' 'bout that)
Quahfee been gone three years
(And I'm still cryin' 'bout that)

All white 38

gon' have a heart attack
Wondering if I'm strapped 
Bitch if course I'm strapped
If he don't turn around and stop his head 
Will be cracked
Let me take

but the scores like 3-0
Never caught me by surprise, no, we know
I won't let my words get ahead of me
But it's no stress if you wanna be the enemy

By myself is how I've been so just leave me alone 

It's night time now and I'm in some lonely room again
The guy who made me go with him says he can

time like she say it
Back in the hood with them lens and erasers
Just got the lo on them boys I ain't boutta keep them waiting
Guess he seen me out

for the future, I’m done the past
I’m fucking up Santa on sight if I see him
I’m punching his belly and kicking his ass
Rudolph can get it
That red

ain't gonna film him
Or graves getting dug by the millions
Everybody let shit slide
How you think the body count get this high
Bitch, I dare you to test

Yes, yes (ahhh yeah) (blingidi, blingidi)
(Listen) If we catching you lacking then the thunder roar like Zeus (Zeus)
Here he is
The man, the myth,

like DVD's
Niggas smokin' CBD
Claimin' he want beef for me
Shawty got no motion in his ocean

Can't even push a P
Pussy, you do what I let
I could really