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I want 99 hundreds racks
So if my family got a problem I’ll solve it by

won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up

I say what I say is what I mean 

I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali 

In a situation about makin my green 

First impression nigga back down

with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take your boy out one day

Uh, I seen this little jawn, she was

a tapping from the attic
Rat-at-tat-tatting, he looked at it
Then suddenly... as if by magic

He saw another boy coming down the stairs
And at first little

a tapping from the attic
Rat-at-tat-tatting, he looked at it
Then suddenly... as if by magic

He saw another boy coming down the stairs
And at first little

you

Jesus Loves the Little Children 
All the Children of the world
Red
Brown
Yellow
Black
And White
They are precious in his sight 
Jesus Loves

Yeah hm
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uuhh
Yeah hm

Let's fall into the night
Around us are city lights
I'm gonna let it shine
With your body by my side
Your brown eyes

some little boy
I'm not 16 anymore
Why's this industry fronting
Like their scene don't need me anymore?
I will pepper man right out of their dreams

doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes

With high heels, you stole your mom's

woulda, Coulda 
What DeAngelo meant by brown sugar
Body looking like brown sugar
Your initial intent was to fuck me right
You probably can't even fuck me

about nuthin but u
this is A Lighter Shade Of Brown
and gangsters get lonely too.

I know gangsters get lonely too
boy, but ill be there for u
i know

By the people, for the little people
Here's how we like to start off the set
"Dude, where's my coke?" is followed
By a weak joke
That segues into

getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside

You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck

have seen four dimensions
Now gather your strength for all these bad intentions

[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
That you seem to get when you get a little

also want to be in my safe place

That boy, I swear he's out to get me
His smile, brown hair under his beret
I love, him? like no, ew, no

Left, right,

hard to find come ups now 

Bitches hit me up and throw the neck now 

Cause I’m up now, 

I like my ladies little bit brown

With some nice ass curves

by your house
though I know that you’re not home

but I can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun
your got your hair combed back
and your

Popo shot the black boy
White boy watched
And as he turned away
The black boy's homies pulled out phones and start recording
Screaming let my brother

The Yearn

The Lost Boyz

Legal Drug Money

1995

Shorty!!  Shorty!!
Shorty c'mere baby girl!  (I like what I see)
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification
And we call this one

have been laying all summer
I've seen a lot of ya'll sneak dissing
On a record but you
Bitches are classes in summer
Little boy That's no class
Hold back

(Hey)
Hey young world captivated by the enthrall
Don’t you know that you’re the miracle

Eyes wide, pretty brown eyes
The joy of my life
the prize in

When I was just a little boy I remember on TV
Don Kirshners Rock Concert 
made such a big impression on me
When the lights got low they started

impressions
I did it we moved on but damn I learned my lesson
Yo you need to know that its you I be stressing
What I mean by that your the kingdom I'm