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24 hours I'm erect
Do not politely take a step into my business
Stay the fuck out of it
I don't want you coming to confess
I'm not enough out of it
Ill

e je bibo no mean say
Make your egg roll
Tho I know and you know
Hustle fit no smile
But keep smiling my bro
You fit no even make your girl know
Ti

refused to trust the plans
Left me down bad with my heart inside my hands
But it's all good, take a look now
At where we both stand

Fucked up circumstances

Moses

Slick Rick

The Ruler's Back

1991

Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was

these cirlces always running through my head
Got some visions of my past to that minute I was dead
I'm imprisoned by my mind and the things that she said

was fated
I'm so sorry but I'll have to call you later
Life in the hands of a kind stranger
With my hands in cuffs I'll
Be sure to thank ya
Cops were

gross and old

[King:]
I've called you from the great beyond
To save my daughter, hot and blonde
You've sailed across the sky and stars
The gods have

fronting
Stay spitting hot shit
Why I got you girl all on my dick
Bitches on my dick call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Fucked two Asian bitches,

say
I ain't in the top 50
People still talking and denouncing
Where I'm from tell me why my name keep
Bouncing off your tongue
'Cause you know that you

Indie Tribe is definitely on the move

(You know)

Look, yeah how good it is when all
My brothers dwell in unity
Debut on the way but yo the
King

of your hand
Kim, the good times are back

Don't go on it's too late

Not too late for my star!

Please let me hide in peace

Better to screw the police

Everyday I feel like a fucking video game 
Feel like I'm in a world surrounded by the dead 
I know you don't care for me I know you don't love me too

Everyday I feel like a fucking video game 
Feel like I'm in a world, surrounded by the dead 
I know you don't care for me 
I know you don't love me

styrofoam cups, no sippy
I keep shit P over here, no Diddy
Chase Ciroc with some codeine, gone fuck up my kidneys
Bad bitch with a accent, yeah she from

we honor that
And keep everything you stole from me
I need none of that
We moved on
Just to prove you wrong
How could I be bitter
When I sit upon

tried
But the way my life set up girl I grind I grind 
Don't want no 9-5 just keep my 9 alive
Cuz ion trust niggas to many be dyin outside 
So keep up

my Shawty when I get the money
She say baby keep it coming
Baby Imma keep it coming
I'm trying to take you to London
Fuck these niggas yea I'm

pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my

that's stopping Robing
Cops don't bother unless it's hands up
But by then ya mans stuck 
Or ya mans is dead bruh 
I won't be that guy sitting 
Minding mine

down to screw
I keep her picture in my pocket to remind me when I roam
That you don't eat Taco bell with good tamales back at home
We made a stop to see

down to screw
I keep her picture in my pocket to remind me when I roam
That you don’t eat Taco bell with good tamales back at home
We made a stop to see

ducked off with no neighbors
Neighborhood crazy kids wanna save em
See a nigga then he dead like a hr later
Keep a shooter cuz I know dat I got haters
Hand

the heat and fire licking my feet
If you never refine yourself always blindly believing you are a lion
You won't notice when the lights go off and all you

girl, for one last time
Would you please bend over?

This is it
For the final time
This is one more final for the final time

The hand of god reached deep