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come undone
Bring your drum and I'll bring my flute, then we'll go and have some fun
We'll sail to some exotic place and enjoy the sun

Water and air,

Hard Margin [Street Version]

The Creators

Hard Margin

2000

continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place

of the team
He can't even hoop
Yea G-S-E don't play no D
All they do is shoot
I'm aiming for that vaseline
Right there by your tooth
It knock his head right off

Now I won't let a day go by
Still young time on my side
Still excited on that bike
Exhausted peddling breathless
But air rushes through my pipes

the ops tried kickin in the trap door
Talk slick
That's that shit that you get slapped for
Mob shit
Send them shooters threw your backdoor
Ricky Bobby took

to the bucks with you
Then count it up with you
I'll say it right to your face
I ain't got time for the games
Just by the look in your face
I'm trynna fuck in

Left Eye Dead (moment of silence for Left Eye)
Everywhere a nigga turned he heard Kilo
Goodie Mob was asking who was in their window
Born in the late

your imaginary mob is gone

Would you still speak from your lips
Like you do from your fingertips 

V3
I don't care what you're thinking of me
cnd you

I met you a few years ago at the tree lighting
You were in rotc and we were both marching
I was playing flute in the parade
Once we stopped to see

meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied

out and get something.

Word to the Goodie M-O-B. Say the truth will set you free. If you believe—you can achieve ON ME! 

On God! On my Mama! On squad

trying hard to get to me
Intoxicated cool, you're Reyka Vodka smooth
Come play me like a flute
If you want to
I have 0 concerns about tonight
I just want

swimming in that pussy
But really
You live it up with a Snooki
Its all goodie
Guess we all can't be honest
Took me a long time to get this way
Your head is

we'll make it
Pain it will make it break you
I won't let them take you
You are forever in my heart
I tend to talk last but shoot first
I can tell by your

One More Day

Neville Brothers

Family Groove

1992

could be yours tomorrow
Remember the tables can turn
You can't judge a book, a book by its cover
And that's a lesson we all can learn

One more day

but I like it like that
I got mob ties and my bitch hella bad too
Mama mia
Shout out to my family in Lil' Haiti Back to the basics
Still makin' plays

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Family ain't got a clue, nigga
Been in drive bys with fly guys
Welcome to the Lou, nigga
New York on that mob shit
In Cali "what it do?", nigga
But where

jokes If I'm not pleased by myself I'm not pleased by you, ok move
I got standards baby but I'm standard too, she confused
Go play your games go play my

her
How many blunts you think I smoke out of this quarter?
Said she play the flute I told the bitch bring that recorder
Got enough for two I told that

the new Goodie Mob we gonna make the list
Sit by that ladder take a picture i don't wanna look awkward
I hope aint nobody beefing i don't wanna be hit no

Maybe I remind her of her past
Maybe I think to far ahead of her simple ass
I treat her Goodie Mob
Baby we OutKast’s
Baby don’t be offended
Im just

her on best and next (best and next)
This GSI
You can't be the clan unless you pull up with your PSI (PSI)
These niggas play gangster 'til they see

of paper, ink, and breaks
Your getting no play like Clay Aiken's balls
No play, similar to self hating hermaphrodites
The slice of abdominal busts raps so