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This the GTS
Not the GT3
I got my own label
We your NME
I Keep a couple bags
For emergencies
I balance stock accounts
We make that  money breeze

I

move forward by the aid of symbols 
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter

the fit you end up in pipers
Pied like him or Jim Carrey way you be lying
You fine
Carrier pigeons so prestigious
A number nine large
That's your damn

day
They're looking at my wet trousers
Hello doggies
They've passed by

Step 2, what were they smirking at?
Step 3, mind their own business
Step 4,

counting numbers that are people's names
Which gives meaning to our lives
How many found reason to notice the seasonal change
And the weeping cherry blossom

and if not Tom
She deffo' took dick from Harry
I got 3 shots waiting on me, Tom
Dick and Harry i'll link Thomas in his yard
But D and H in the alley
Niggas

blow
69, lick, blow, this sh** is so easy
Believe me, like moving 6 8 balls on the corner
Never slanged ‘caine, but I'm thinking that I ought to
So I can

8 Minutes to Sunrise Feat. Jill Scott

Common

Common Cents

2008

was once said by Black Thought that +Things Fall Apart+
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart,

Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That

Hook:
Feel their struggle, feel their strain,
Men lost to a system’s gain.
Chasing life, missing moments so dear,
Bound by laws, living in fear.

Verse 3

I just got a eight of Tris for a band
Pourin' up a Deuce
Sell a six for 1,200 got High, Still made Two
This shit like Simon Says, if I shoot whole

spending hella faces
I'm talking to the 1
That be on that money shit
2 blowing up that 3
With my niggas from the 4
Oh
Niggas fuck 5-0
Catch me by the zone 6

Set Trippin'

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Ugh
Check it out
In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs

*SEVEN, OH, THEY THE GOLD MEDALIST, THE AMERICAN BRAVERY AWARD FOR THE P.D.A....OH YEA...OH YEA...
THEY WAS AWARDED THAT IN 2002...

*EIGHT, PUPPIES THEY

from Cali and I know she bout to leave soon
6 7 8 weeks on the Billboard
First pick I'm on everybody's draft board
Staying free got it close with

need that exercise

Six- I kept in the mix, pipe so legit

He a dog in the bed, I like to show him tricks

But it’s something bout my spot, he MAY hit

I

it all goes
But it takes it til the end, final countdown
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Boom boom, blowin up, blowin up is the outcome

[Chorus 2X]
I've

okay
That I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay

Been through the rain and the pain and that's okay
I finally made a way, escaped section eight
I

Chick a blessing
My name has eight letters
And seven deadly sins
Accompanied by six abs
From 5 has-beens
With 4 husbands
By 3 recycle bins
On 2nd Athens

a muckafucka (Sock a muthafucka)
I would never let my kids round a sorry muthafucka
Tryna talk to me I tell that nigga sorry muthafucka (Sorry muthafucka)
Step 6

okay
Anybody listening
I said I'm not okay
Is it okay
That I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
The numbers don't lie
They tell

cologne
Got 8 reasons to leave you alone
And 9 different women who say they my number 1 fan but they will never compare
A 10 out of 10 by my side when I'm

of the championship. Three all; best of seven. Here we go.

This is their eighth meeting over the past two years, with Williams winning five of their last eight

my lucky number juss four you to know I'm understood
Five, pull out the heat it warm you up then leave you vegetable
Six without the other seven