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Candyman

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta [Clean]

2001

to see
If you come sleep with me

Now look here shawty called me up when he leave
I'll come on over beat you down all night to this song
You know

Stuck in my zone
Me and my niggas we on our own
Nah, God is with us on the way
Move outta way
Killing songs niggas are anxious
Killing songs niggas ain't

me, hopped on that plane
Chased me with her love again
Try to run, my ankles sprained
Wish she wasnt inhumane
Her love felt like some cocaine
Also like

a pussy Nigga
Cause I don't do fights
I said only God can stop me
Baby I'm on the line
To be the best baller I can be
Hopefully signed by Nike
Work with

songs awfully let em' down softly wasting all of the coffee with the beans that I have spilled
One thing I learn in this life that I'm living is chances

blotting the paper softly, and plotting an uprising 
And watching your shawty drop it
Slick clean she met me then wet dreamed
Picking teams my opps don't

all around the world
Now the world is killing itself softly
With its song in disarray and decidedly about yesterday
I crack another one and check under

album"
Man, fuck that give me
Pizza chain on medallion candy-gray Maybach
Her ass stay flat
"You really shouldn't say that"
Man, it's RiFF RAFF
Thirty K

Your best songs
Giving up neck songs
You can't battle me
I'm too complex don
Tougher than Teflon
upper echelon metatron
Gold status you next

Haunting, y'all killing me that's why I sing it softly
Shaft with the gat
I see your bitch neck now Blacula back
Give me a half of the pack, I feel like

Me Softly With His Song" 
Played like 3 times when Nana Nena died
And I miss my Nana Mary
Rest in peace forever
Getting old is fuckin scary
But our

On the move like a pilgrim
Par 3, get the steele 9
And golf tee
Singin’ off key, like killing me softly
Out in london like lauryn
Down the hill, jack and jill,

cos' she mean too much to me
I even made this song for her, it's getting deeper imma have to see her soon

So I think I'll leave the butterflies in for

Always dropping bombs when I'm coming on the songs
Talking 'bout killing motherfuckers all day long
Bring the metal on the mix 'cause I worship

that I spent with you

Not giving upon things that I know is real.

With me by your side 

Nothing can stop your shine

Non of them can know what we’ve

achievements
They didn’t believe in me I just let em sleep in
In love with this cash I ain’t never leaving
Drop racks in the morn’ get it back by the evening

Soul Food

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

despise lies with deadly precision
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
But

When the last cent was spent, he got up and he went, with a face as calm as the sea by the wall
He stood there a while, and he started to smile, before

they spoke softly, and said
Remember this date
28 days
Personal record, tried with all the might
Not even close to tired, you know, you know You know, I

doing me for way too long
& my flow compared to they flow is way too strong
Not to mention I'm killing features on every song
I've been playing the good

offended

So blue flower don't you mind
Take a ride with the vibes
Get my mind of the pain
Found no drug that can heal me
Only love by my side
Only love by

greatest hit and it's killing me softly
Covered in cop chalk, yellow line don't cross me
It's a crime scene, around this rhyme scheme
Open up the body bag

fuckery 
Sounding like the last ones just killing us softly
Stop it with all the Versace
Okay we get it you got it
You're a pusher of narcotics 
Got rings,

know what's happening
Fuck this song
I Pass you with every song
With my Passion I'm everlasting so bitch I should be strong
Banging on these drums with