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to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
without breaking 'em down)
(Them bastards making a killing slanging half of buildings)
For real man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money, I'm
(Reese Wilson)
I could stop right here turn this car around.
Walk back through the door put my suitcase down.
Tell you I'm sorry and things
thanks, I'm good here in my magenta radio
Here in my magenta radio
Can I say something just a little more
I bet you, we could talk into the morning honey
I
streets, went without eatin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Saw my Mom go without eatin'
I got tired of that I had to go out there
In them streets and hustle,
"radio world war three"
hey! you!
God on my side watching you
Billy walked down the full length of the hallway
and opened up the double doors
seven
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you
By my side
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking in how
you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah,
position
[Verse 3: Odd Thomas]
You probably have it all figured out, right? Like your the type that believes that if you act right then that just might
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can't escape the smell
Of that
the door
Beautiful
Beautiful
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
No one here can recognize you
Here is ev'rything that you like
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
I fell down to Earth from a hundred miles away
And somehow I still make it work
But it's overrated and somehow played out
Three doors down so
Of his father suddenly her voice was
At the door again "I have
Your size 38 are you decent?"
"Oh if only you knew
" he said to himself without
Thinking he
slugs down
O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me
Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy
why'all cats fugazi, my shit's crazy
Niggas can't faze me (You
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
mind
Wouldn't recognize myself without my doubts and fears
Got a feeling all I need is all right here
You're all I see and I carry you with me
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
right
She says "one, you want a chicken sandwich
Two, you want a cheeseburger
Three, curly fries, and a large root beer"
Stop, don't go no further!
I
Young Weezy Baby!
Aagghhhwooo!
She Got Her Bags By The Door Nob
Ok Be Cool Wait Baby Slow Down
Dont Walk Out Of That Door
Ooooh
I Dun Made Her Past
on the LED
When I was seventeen I thought I had it figured out
Now I see what it's about, went in down a different route
It's crucial, three new schools,
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