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They can’t do it like  I do it so they envy me Fuc a bro you not my brother you not kind to me/  fuc  your like you took it back what that suppose

history far too often elides

And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me

Che me
Na Che suba mu Kudi ye Kudi
Ye
Brother man say Omoh fumi lowo Mi
Owe mi
My brother say ye mea go

Our money ye money ye money ye
Tell them make

my eyes i can't help it
I can't lie when she walks by, she got me feeling weak in the knees
A nun zia ttha you can tell that she not for the streets

choose to explain...Is it me that you hate , or do you hate the game ??...

oooooohhhhhh....
oooooohhhhhh...

Verse 2 

Na I ain't tryna hold no grudges I

jejeje
If you want am cooli temper
Slow down you go get am oh
Life na turn by turn
Eh yeah Owe ah
Gyrate oh
I just want to generate oh
Celebrate oh
I man

toast
I know killers, but me? i was just another little
Broke nigga who would sit and just listen to old dilla
Or listening to nas and wishing to flow

when you're from where we're from,
You can't understand,
Palm of my hand,
Three million beating hearts of my fathers' land,
I know they need me,
When i

boy you know I be
2 cents later, dont owe you grief
Finna float my peace just roll my trees its Swain!
This that spottie ottie dopalicious sitting in

the grace
And no be by man power
Na him name we dey praise
I say no sleeping on the bike o no siesta
Fiesta, when I turn up with modesta
Muchacha, mi casa e

never kill your person
You no feel the trouble
Until the trouble waka
Come knock at your door
Tell me would you call

The government
The president

Off these mother fuckers that I'm tryna kill, but
Fuck 'em all boy, I don't care bitch, they can all go to hell
You can take an L, while you hangin' by

holla boy you do well
Being broke is not funny
Seating back without balling
Is not for me
Poverty I'm so sorry
I owe no apology
I wan jolly

If them like

thru a lot
Thank you biggie thank you pac
Thank you Pun thank you Nas
These where my idols
They taught me how to handle my rivals
Whenever I felt

hustling pa ximex
And i swear the God that shit aint simplex
You grinding and struggling for who's sake
You trying to creep on me you fool mane
Chimani mani

trippin' on none, I kept it hunnid
She wanna fuck, I put dick in her tummy
Gimme my money, you owe me a budget
Come outside nigga, come outside nigga, you

Ehsaan hai mujhpe tumara, chuute na yeh saat hamara
[I owe you big time, may we never loose each other]

Now let's start, at the beginning,
before I

Rudeboy rudeboy rudeboy
Rudeboy, haha, yeah
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz

made it clear that I was just a side hoe
cye
I hit it from the side and now you always say you want me by your side though
cye
I can't help that both our

thought "
I would become a star overnight 
Well I was wrong
I had dreams and it kept pushing me to do more
Over here your friends sef nor dey owe you

When we get shortage we call stripper

You got to say
What you want from me or I get you arrested
Boys buying properties
Why you still d3y play
(Dey

he got killed
Even with my idol, You done got him idled
In a coffin, You had me praying for his revival
Liberated his spirit by using prospering

Please Tell me how this life is supposed to go/
Bunch of lies thru the teeth like the Maury show/ 
Don’t say you love me then you go and hurt my

Clown Prince

Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

2006

Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get