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hittin' their lockers
I got purses and wallets for my big pockets
Bitch, shut the fuck up and give me the watches

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
When that nigga get

other like royal
Tit for tat we a duo
Don't be a dog you know Pluto
Don't fall back to a new low
Keep it strong like tornado
Keep them out ain't no peep

or jump sky high and jam it
Moving on up but last name ain't Jefferson
Stone cold stunner ain't talking bout wrestling
Sick in the head that's why I'm

Return of the Diaz Bros.

Tony Touch

The Piece Maker

2000

you
They'll cut off your fuckin testicles
and shove it up your fuckin ass

[Pain in Da Ass - imitating "Scarface"]
FUCK THAT!! COME ON!! You want

the birds are tweeting going by
Though It's seeming like theyre free as me with wings along their side
Crack a joke and pack a smoke she knows that she can

let no one else take my spot
Don't worry bout all of the shit that I cop
If we wipe his nose we ain't looking for snot
And no I could never be someone

this place to the ground and build it back up my own way

All I ask for is a couple of hours just by myself
Before anxiety and gravity awakes
Just

weather

I tried to change pain but the main thing that fazed me was phase changes and games played
Gained nothing
I chased paves when I, came in hot

That got me up out the block
They was laughing at me then
But now the kid is hot
Haters leaving one star review on Google
Trying to get me to stop
I was

for a little minute huh
A lots changed since I've been away
I just had to handle a couple things I was always coming back home
I swear to fucking God I

of these oceans
Wonder why we act like we okay when we broken
When we pray in the open
Praying and hoping
That they open up heaven’s gates
For the real ones

Songs About Your Girlfriend

Los Campesinos!

Hello Sadness

2011

stubbed a whole club's crest on me with cigarettes
It's just to match the bird upon her football shirt
She would lift up me, She would wear that thing

Map of the World

Monsters of Folk

Monsters of Folk

2009

Just waitin' for some peace to come

Like the thing that'cha
Tried that you thought you liked
For a minute then it all felt wrong
So your changin'

never protect
I just atacc
That was for the remix
With ya boy Phoenjx
But you took too long to release it
So you can have it
Take a stab at it
I don’t

the studio room with the bass that goes boom
I Could sweep it like a broom when I'm feeling the groove
I got the proof that the booth be jacuzzi hot 
And I

invening, before blow shit up, some shocked by it
Impossible, did it, was it impossible
Had to get my instincts back in sync, thinking the fuck am I doing

It's like a battlefield
I wanna ride with that tank, loaded ammo sitting thighs
And it's cool to see you would die for yo guys
See I got a thing for army

time for the Hell in your mind though
Up in the mirror like, "That nigga's outside, yo
How can I be a man hiding inside like a surprise?" Yo
I'm out

a fuck about could name a million things
I ain't no shooter but my brother let that blicky bang
I told that bitch stop taking pictures for my bitch see it

though
He'll be big mad if he sees us
It's just one night so let's drink up 
Bring that thing back like the lease up
You a piece of art Mona Lisa
I can do

believe
I carry weight with the ice I bling
You gon need snow for the hell I bring
I'm in this thing like a damn hot spring
Cause I'm bubbling
I know that

Georgia to
Get my daughter and turned a burden to a blessing
Caught myself fallin to depression
Trippin over nothin, caught up in a lesson
Knowin that I

Vacation's used up
There's snow, But not to snort
Patios are closing
No more open-toed shows
One thing hasn't changed, though
Is our appetite for booze
We got

in my head any more
I need to bring them into reality,
but you must come and be the inspiration


and that is why I wait
never wanting to give up
never