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I done had mo scraps in the velts then some niggaz from there
Same nigga claim that he run it can’t even come there
His baby mama love how I fucc she

to Islam
He be acting hot gotta cool em like a fan 
Hit em with that chop stick 
Send em to Japan 
Hit em with that mop stick 
I guess I’m a janitor 
She

ask God, before I die he restore my power
Melodies from heaven fall on me heavy like April showers
Protected by the Most High
My energy they can't

still shy
I'm Like a toy, you can switch me on or switch me off
Be the same outcome yo "I heard he's soft bring it on"
It's my world you know I can do

a fly  by night angizwani neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honor
It's about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go

smile was a mile wide
He dropped his friends and came running to be by my side
And I was desperately trying to hide my scarlet cheeks
As I stumbled

they want sleep
I took off in a race like Lightning McQueen 
Still let off the K, let my gun speak
Who the fuck want smoke with us? Go to war, blicks

The greatest album of this millennium, is Golden Rail Motel
I'm grateful to Scott Stallone, and for everything he does
Every genre, every song, turns into gold

Bows to black and, nose to laces, fingers flattened, start the races 
Feed the critics, log and splinter, fuel the furnace, in comes winter

It's all

smoking on my weed
Infatuated by dollas a nigga coming up from queens
I swear when I catch 'em
I'ma pop em
There ain't no question
I swear ain't no problem

Young Boy

Clipse

Lord Willin

2002

Bitches passing by, "oh my, he's so gangsta" (you're out of line)

Mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout
When I was a young boy (you're out of line)

the race
But that ain't what I Mean
I'm talking what I dream
I'm talking big like Michael
You not my Billie Jean
To my future queen
This my lullaby
He was

chandelier up in my shed
My soul on fire, got this threatenin' nature from Ras Kass
An atom is a molecule and Adam was a maricón
But if he would've never

Through the borders of glimmeria
A traveler of worlds searching for the primal code
It´s the key to her survival
The last of the ancient race extinct

I'm feel like Flash McQueen
Pick up the pace man I'm a rap machine
It's hands up when I'm on the scene
I got a monster in my body and he itching

I'm right here
I'm human, I hate the whole truth so help me God
The last time I said, "help me, God" he probably did but I'm dense and didn't know what

based on a person's race
Little school kids stripped of their vertebrae's
Fake rumors start to circulate
They beat his ass on camera, cause they heard

your nose running
Leave you know money, Just pay me all hundreds 
Studio Sunday a album by Monday
Capo want gun play might slide down your one way
Need

me tell you all my plans
I Make a couple albums and I make all these bans
Then I marry Megan Fox and we fly out to japan
Ha
We them kids from

race
Or jump suits could be the close of his case
Go get a job and tell yo boss you fucking hate him
But you love when he pay
And you gone show up

limp

He said I'm looking for Dick Whisper
I heard he stays down here on Race block 
Then a nigger with an afro stepped off the porch
And said how do we

religion that they don't understand
In ancient times I would race to find alexander the great
Before he drank that wine and
Warn him about the poison mixed

I remember sleeping on my grandmama couch
Shit was too small my feet would stick out
I'm sleeping on a queen bed I fit now
Next to a queen I can dick

by morning gonna leave you crippin'
Fuck that
Chase my queen forever
Going down this life
Life with you is better
Maybe we just not
Meant to be