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with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
Can you feel it?
The days go by, the nights are long
But I refuse to let you go,
Maybe I'm crazy (you get a little crazy sometimes, I know)
spend money, I be gettin' my grind on
Tell how I'm limpin' when I walk, I got my .9 on
Ayy, your girl lovin' you, but she with me, know what her mind
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
You and I
Rider and Judy
To watch the birth of the next moon
We had no money
But we didn't need it
Coz we got high for free
& we could dance for free
to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear?
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA,
These crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
I'm a still love you
Still feel you
Still there for you
No matter what (hehe)
You will always be
girl by a crazy girl then I got married
Heavily accosted, that ended in a bad divorce
And I know how to pick 'em, don't I?
Never gave a fuck about public
and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lot of screams I'm hearing, it's crazy, both parents is scrapping
I'm not
I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out
Girl, I don't know how you do it
I said "Girl, you're beautiful, 'n' you already know it,
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland
Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising Niggas
Every night in your sleep you see
the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how
yeah, yeah
Never sit by the door, my boy got a matte black thang, bang, bang
All orange on me, baby, orange, yeah, look like Tang, yeah, yeah
I done
crazy
I gonna have it baby, I can't do without
When I get the feeling, I got to work it out
I ain't got no time for messing around
So come on girl
(Tell 'em)
You know I got the drip
That can thirst your quench (yeah)
After the club, hit the crib with shawty
(yeah)
I'ma send her naughty ass back by
The city is ours
The city is ours
Rollin' past graffiti walls,
Billboards lighting up the block
Everyone of us on a mission
Got a whole crew by my
'll go crazy, I'll go insane
No baby No baby No baby
No, no, no
No baby No baby No baby
No, no, no
You've got your problems baby
And I've got
All the boys went crazy, takin' off clothes
We all got naked, no time to front
Clear the desk, 'cause you know what I want
Grabbed one by the hair,
buildings
I'll take 30 electric chairs
and put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
and set'em free from thier doom.
just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
when we
to begin with
Lack of communication and wrong information from people
Fueled by the ego is like mixing flames with diesel
Energy crazy, I realize that
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I
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