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their place?
How many mouths did I shut?
Good luck just keeping up
I'm like a glitch in the software, no, bitch, this is not fair
I'm like a glitch in

Three hundred shots nigga it's like 6 of us we got them O'Blocks
They like 4E Cam who the fuck your friend is?
I'm like this ole' Glock
I go retarded

ain't like this normally
So for this love, I'm not meant to search
You've been right there all the time
All the time

I might just want all of it
Hundred

wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair

Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
I know you don't care, you told me a hundred times
Girl your love was never fair, but that shit had me blind
If you lied a hundred

Flippin'

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you

I believe in another life I was an organ-grinder's monkey
Tied by my little feet to the black box of my story

It was a warm and pretty morn with

Is growing up truly choosing your path
Or settling for what's laid out by those who wore your shoes in the past
Monkey see monkey do monkey finish last

years out here
A hundred years on this
Planet, bruh and we can have a
Utopia, we can love each other
But the rules gotta be fair
Khaled, and Drake,

and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,

by myself, you is dreamin
That bitch a freak, I call her leanin
Bit up the block like I was a sensei

I don't know cap, say this hundred times
Cause

Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch

stank
Grind out of town, got a stash by the gas tank
Big Cat, fronted a hundred, I bought a hundred
Now I got a lot of money, known for doin a lot

Survival

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring

to the wrathful lord
You deserve the tragic punishment
For the fair majesty
Being stricken by vile doom
You swallow this stupidity greedily

The disbelievers are

Was a promise in the air
The weather so fair
The light stung my eyes
As I saw the bright blue skies
The days they went by
With an expectant smile
A time

hundred miles high with
Swedish schnaps
The falling leaves
Solitude
I didn’t know what time it was
As time goes by

I’m beginning to see the light
In

AIN'T FAIR
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I SWEAR
I'D RATHER HAVE A RAINY DAY
WITH YOU THAN SEE
THE SUNSHINE ALONE
OR HAVE 100 DAYS OF WINTER
WITH YOU HERE IN MY ARMS
I'D BE

Birds in the trap
Sell it by the sac
Baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Wanna fly my dick
She in the cockpit
100 on the dash ain no stoppin
Wakin

As I was walking on London Bridge
So early in the morning
It was there I met a pretty fair maid
All lamenting for her Geordie

What has he done? Who

my teachers probably thought I would be dead by now, yeah
But somehow, yeah, I made it out
Of course you care now, of course you care now

It's like

'Bout My Paper

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

B.G. 
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means 

Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar 
I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five

soil
A sellout to the Saudis is so insane
Let's go Brandon let's go
Let's go Brandon let's go
The Cartels and the Fentanyl could be stopped by a border

trying to get this money
I'll put them on 100
I'll put them on 100
I had to put the pussy on hold just to get this money
Now I get pussy everywhere I go