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street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle

Catch it and why Hollywood

Finer Things

Nas

Pleasures U Like

2001

Rap 
2000 Jon be	 why'all, N.A.S. why'all 
To the def why'all, come on, get it right 
Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple

Should be in photography
With all of my great shots
C'est vrai, I'll leave a smoking gun
But by the time you've found me
The job is already done
All this

grin 
When I'm drinking too much gin
And I'm singing like a asshole
I was at the bottom but I rose like I'm Axle
Now I got these guns I suppose that I

when I've had a couple of b**rs
Grabbin' a gun when my dog lifts its ears

Runin' outside and I'm blasting away 
Heating up my d**n sawed off 12 g**ge

Word around town I'm the hottest in the city
Name another rapper fw me
I put the diamonds on the Cuban and the Apple Watch blingy
Grinding like I'm

I need that money for that zip now
Other day, two muthufuckas went ‘n’ knocked our shit down
I said, word? He said yea, had that gun right by my head

Eli and I killing this beat
Lost time it's fine copping the beats
Can't fight I'm fine handing defeats
To those who rose outta the seats
Thinking

don’t really gun bar, but for racks
I’m raisin’ Biscuit's
Catch the apple of your eye
Be forced to blaze your missus
Is that boring you, Glu
(e)? Well,

you be mad
I'm thuggin' I'm beatin' yo ass
I'm burning you I got it bad
Spin a pussy n**** like he Cinderellla
Catch ya slippin' bullet in ya cerebellum

because I bend
Cut the cord and wish away all of your pain and Suffering
I get bored every day waiting for a victim I can Prey on
Guns and roses
Head

or die
But this race I'm bout to lose
I'd b damned to play a fool
Tell me yu playing by the rules
Need a lover, need a boo
My peace when I'm in a bad mood

A Dying Business

Chad Mitchell

The Best of the Chad Mitchell Trio: The Mercury Years

1998

of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

studio mi rise 2 big spliff
Noda hit song cross from d Hitlist
K Swizz tell mi a which bad bitch this
A tell mi seh she waah do mi like biscuit
Mi whip it

into the cab said, "Hail Mary, full of Grace"
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach
Slept

to picture
A little peice of media
And the burning or the need
To be in evil Eva

Don't trick me bad bad one
I'm a boy with a big ol gun
And hips that with you

dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

she hypes me
I got a bad side piece, can't make no Wifey
Yoshi Baby be stuntin' like everyday (Like Everday)
I talk my shit got new chicks like everyday

Freddy Krueger cause a bad dream
Let these razors disturb the peace
No ludacris with me I promise this was meant to be
Keep a gun and you know i got

yo head)
Run up on them n***as then you know it’s bad news
Put the gun to his ass now he still like a statue (Like a statue ooo!)
You think that’s yo

Gun Play

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty five live, you ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by yatti yatt -ya
But its real

Stunner, I'll be way-way-way gone by the summer
Lil Rose on the come-up from the concrete, sorry to say that you playing for the wrong team
Put it all on me,