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on the verge of flippin
Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the board drippin
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken, whoever you

Its not all about me Leonard
And its sure not about you
There's something greater you see
I know it in my bones
But I know you
And you won't let them

grandmother’s potato salad from paper plates
The darkside can’t touch me I’m in my special place
God Speed moving non stop until we win the race

Hook
We going

Flight at 8 o'clock, left the crib at 6: 50
Goin 120 flyin down 360 virgin first class
Booked it at the last minute
One way, and the bitch cost $1050

the world
Dont make me have to light shit up
Got the real canaries boy I brighten shit up
Got a sloppy juke in, better tighten that up
My cash game up, my gas

They ain't see it in me (yeah)
Before I touch this mic', I was been hype
Just my bread different (yeah)
All us from the booth, that's off the flip
All he

get beat up, I made you a son to me
These niggas suspect
No, these pistols, better not touch that
Fifty shots on a good day
Leave you with the stuck

im goin down town to the dss
fcuk wiv me i'll leave your face in a mess
thats right his name is mystikal
and if he looks at you twice he'll fcuk you

the plate
I know I'm skinny but lil' bitch I got weight
King of my city, OG in my state
Couple youngin's touch your face
I keep that thuwop with me like

right here that spinich
I didnt have nuttin i ran up a 50

Soon as bags touch down we by em all (5xs Repeat)

Down for min but a ngga back up
Wake up in

Chains going clink clink
Treat me like I'm somebody Tink
Got a style that's real distinct
When I die I'll prolly be extinct
Out my mind need to see

8th Samurai

Murs

F' Real

1997

shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick

Ticking prepping to detonate blowing
Cases on capital boom brown skin label me
A terrorist only Terror
Is when I Lean Back with this arrogance
Apparently

geekin' actin' crazy, till them shots fired
I'm careful how I'm drivin', got move cautious on the state line
I don't want them do me how they did my man
I

I'm the dopest entity
Rebuke all negative energy
Kicking it like apple pie
Cooling down by the window side
Call me victor Frankenstein
The way I

and I'm out ion stay long
Trust issues got me Casper I'm do her wrong
Yeah I'm back on my shit but please don't try me boy
05' 50 I'll whip y'a head my boy

to, quote, my bro
Check for the stamp like an envelope, but no joke
Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick me up?
We on business so

to touch my cock and my gold chain as well

Going down town with my mate Bone Thugs
Got a move fast and score some drugs
Got fifty quid to spend on the draw

sign to OVO but I
Got the Drac' with me
Fire-ass slides on the road
Scorch eight cities
Straps in thе whip so you
Know that's eight titties
Bitch, I stay

it in the ocean, where the shells at
F-f-fifty round drum where I dump that
T-t-toldem pull over, let me hump that
I just jugged this hellcat, ain't no

Watt Vamp
On Peavey hundred and fifty watt amps
Believe me, son, ain't no mystery god damn
Can I kick it?
No, I can't!
Not when the girl lookin' so nice

MVP

Charles Hamilton

Hamilton, Charles

2016

aborted
Don't ask my opinion, it's not important
I always tell [?] try pot and snort shit
And tell women touch my cyclops and force it
But chill, this

Live your life, regret nothing
Go forward, never resign yourself
Try your luck, take the moon by the teeth
Life is short, please do not waste it
Touch

The following poem is one that
I have loved since
I was in about the third or fourth grade
Which was around 1949 or 50
Somewhere around there
And it