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Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Live and Let Die

1992

that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown

friends
Damn, keep the banging get your swerve on
Maybe this will be the album that
I keep my shirt on
So take this track and put it in your pipe
Crazy Town

me, I'm like a taxi Get rid by men, dick like the Big Ben
Puttin' my dick in his ass Strokin' his shit till he pass
Fuckin' up on his friends While I be

craving ZaZa
Call me papi not her dada
Turning pennies into quarters
Step by step improve my net
Cut off friends I'm closing borders
Lost my bitch I cannot

him by the hand?
Yeah, How can we be our sisters brother without the love of men?
How could a man show me how to love if he never knew where to begin?

cus I want you inside
I don't want friends I want Outies
Hold up my dm just caught me a body
Ten in the face, in the body she a hottie
We lowkey spotted

I thought God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories
Who

for herbs in the forest
Dandelions from a friend of mines' garden
Ya body's vehicle needs fuels so many feed it with some garbage
Organic produce Apple

If your man, if he goes to work all day long
And then comes home smelling like a fresh bar of soap,
Something's up
I ain't got time to be sitting

(YAH like boom bap shit)
(Ye yea yea yea yea , finna rip this shit man)


Go to work 
Get the mula 
Book the stu 
Rip the groove 
Pop the charts

common working men. They were driven to suicide and despair.

But I was entranced by the rhythm and I was thinking to myself, wouldn't it be nice if people

Earth, Wind & Fire

Jamie T.

iTunes Live: London Festival '09 EP

2009

To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me what

This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly

ragamuffin,
How can you let a likkle man like me make
two grown men like you start dussin'
Never talk to their friends when they come and start duckin'
You men

dissing
Try not to compare to the other men in this
Hard when the music that I'm making vanishes
Even though I'm like the only one who's doing handwrittens

on, make them work if they’re really men 
If they’re really men
I don’t put them on, make them work if they’re really men 
If they’re really men

goodbye 

And the heartbreak was followed by court dates 
But there was a mistake it didn't work 
Because a system made by men, is a system made of dirt 
No

mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by

BEEN PIMPIN SINCE PIMPIN 
I GOT BENJAMINS ON BENJAMINS 
THIS PROBABLY WHY I'M HATED ON BY MANY MEN 
MY CIRCLE SMALL SO I AIN'T GOT MANY FRIENDS 
A LOT

with every chance a nigga get
Missionary mind, sometimes I feel like my kids are lucky.
Pray and work, I didn't come to earth by doings
A father in

blushing in disguise, be gone
The sorrow feelings on the run 
The men at work have just begun 

Although it hurts, you know sometimes
It's how we feel
Time

a good year? 
Found in my Mailbox, sent from Portland by a friend
A woman's face to help me walk these world of pretend

We're always acting on the wooden

the Den
This where the boys turn into men, nah
We can't be friends
'Cause we is a fam', we makin' ammends
That is a lesson learned
But we know the blessings

hands with friends
It's just a tight circle that I call my men's
And the bitches on the bullshit
Lookin for a sport
Move out the old hood to become a new