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fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 14
Imagine OG wears his clothes
All crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
She won't see
see just a country mauled by a war
Money for weapons instead for the poor
There's no excuse
There's no alibi
The world looks away
The refugees die
You
or side, De Niro
Gettin' type of negro, send her back to zero
Simple figures
'cause the spirit's so cerebral
Dancing like Knievel, scared money feeble
Grow
Clot
By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot
Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten
Times Ben Stein’s money, funny
How he rips
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
get him some money
Going from school to school
T-bo was out here just thinking that being a fool was cool
Not knowing that all of the fools will lose
at once the whole joint goes quiet
And all the wavy lines go straight
One fool among fools is wondering
What happens if I die too late?
Get back with
slanging had us caught up in a twist
We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me
Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski
Uncle hit me
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I,
on the table and a million up his sleeve
And here they come, watch 'em all pass us by
Tell me how could you refuse to look one in the eye?
Two sheets
the money is white not black
You might not believe it but it's like that
When you come to my show, watch me throw
Down with the other
months now almost three but the money is blinding you
You’ve been hurt before you admit that you’ve been only dating fools it’s true
But I’ve been trying
the neck first
'Cause it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts
Carve his whole face off and make him eat it
Chain him up by the foot in the basement,
plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
nanananana hey Jude
distractions please
You know we can't afford to lose everything
That's called a tragedy
God has His grasp on me
See
Aww' yeah
I can't play the fool
(The fool
In a dusty old town, where the sun beats down,
There's a boy with a heart weighed down by frowns.
His daddy's fists are like thunder in the night,
hey Jude refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Now you know that's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
posted by the Tony's hustlin
I fuck with white girls like my nigga Uncle Ruckus
Money, money, money be the topic of discussion
Try to jack the Snipes then
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
what's that fools name
Ion know but when we done we call him Major Payne
We drip without the rain
Want money fuck the fame
I knew what I was getting
Haha
Young Mula, baby
You already know
Cut the music up, mayne
Okay, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even think
He ain't
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool 'cause a mothafucka take his bloody money, right?
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"Hold
the will of God
Opens his mouth
Atrocities spew out
A plague of locusts
Cursed on those who doubt
You can't argue
With a fool
You pays your money
And you
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