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If you grow by my place, we just dog
We no snake
We just roll, we no break, figure zero
Figure eight
If you grow by my place, we just dog
We no snake

Cold Duck Time

Steve Czarnecki

Steve Czarnecki's Soul/Jazz Quintet

1997

You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
Life is full of them
Take a look in the mirror at yourself
Believe in

I'm a lil sweeter
Don't mistake me now
I'm still a weird creature
A product of this world
I'm guided by my mind
Gave up on you already
So don't say

talking madness they average boy
It's a habit I have been annoyed haven't enjoyed
Crap from the rappers deployed half are decoys
Backed by the bad humanoids

themself so they mad at you
Can't do uncertainties only deal with absolutes
Changed my longitude and had to switch my latitude
Rolling up my 5th J by

again, it's in my head
So I don't consider it real to feel
Repulsed by some of the thoughts
That my mind can
Produce and create out of a simple day
A kind

I'm sorry for the saying but I only spit facts
Damn and I never stop
Smokey on a mic is just like multiplying 10 by pop
I'm a giant cataclysmic

After having you with me
And I'll wait by the phone
Hoping that you'll see all that we could be

Can't you see what I see
'Cause I want this forever

the bread from one of ya thugs
You gon pay the homie back from selling them drugs
Hey hey what you gon do now
Hey hey what you gon do now
Imagine coming home

napkins rolled, but I'm giving the most I buttered your bread, so have some toast
Turn up the heat like a roast
Where I gotta be, going coast to coast
You

rang you scattering victims we battering
Your whole body shattering welcome to the gathering
Yea the belt is for the champion melted adamantium
Welded by

over my soul's position
I'm in my own dimension, crazy by my own admission
Forced to use the same tools, I'll find a way to hold 'em different
Never

what we about
Really, we came from the madness
Good kids surrounded by straight trappers
They not rappers, brodie, they just actors
Somebody give that

leaving soon
Second session within a fraction of a second
He’s sexing supermodel chick with no protection
Sweating driven by demons of misconception

I need a drop
And I'ma send them young niggas
With bodies by the opps
You know that we don't ever do
No talkin' to the cops
When we apply this

more of a, better man yeah 

clmost back at home of the road stop at bread of life 

Shorty hit my phone tell me she can't go to bed at night without me

by the pound (Pound)
Thinking bout a murder cos I don’t want him around (Nah)
Draco to the left (Blaow) Glock to the right (Blaow)
Bullets loaded up we

bread with my team
We don't drink water
We pour up the henny
We smoke up exotic until we psychotic
Momma told me tinny fuckem be great
Don't let niggas

the box
FORVER M dotty we scream that a lot

Miss my Brodies this shit get so lonely
No more cyphing smoking by my dolly

..iPhone in my hand the plug

Tryin to smash that really this girls buggin me
An airhead ready to pop so bubbly
Ever wonder if the flours worth the stale bread
Tail between your legs

with the gang on me
All that, no cap, they be changing me yeah
Imma get the bread imma keep it stalkin' 
Don't wanna show me love now they barely talking

masters master of my own fate
I feed the whole family fish and bread on the plate
Don't know everything I know God don't make mistakes
And he always working

because the bag strong
Movin' with my bag by my side, Indiana Jones
Bitch, I got the hook up for real, I ain't sellin' phones
That ain't no original cookie,

Every Picture Tells a Story

Pickin' On

Pickin' on Rod Stewart & The Faces: A Bluegrass Tribute

2005

bread
So I got out
 
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was