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sphinx
Ngz was so broke-lost hope
'08 sold sinks-shit'll make your soul sink
What you think

Blast this in my ahk'm RV
Red dead rust plagued to the seat

Don't lay it down, don't lay it down

I'm a bad girl with a good book
Coming with a mobb deep
Don't you get shook
Once you take a peek, get a good look
My

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

grip
you'll find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?

[Brotha Lynch]
Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke?
I

When I speak these flows pretty girls like to watch, curling nails got my mind on the clock, so myself so I get what I want, taking off like summer

clever
By the way I put my words together
On this shit forever
Don't know no one who could do it better
You light as a feather
FM always gonna keep that

the drink and the ball too
Girl, I love the people tryna keep me off my vibe too
I ain't got a tattoo, but I wish I got two
Smuggle money out of a van, what

a bad girl with a good book
Coming with a Mobb Deep
Don't you get shook
Once you take a peek, get a good look
My crew serve a King that will move rooks

why is you lookin' at me
I ain't this good looking for free
And why yo girl looking at me
Wait she can keep looking for free
These rappers be actin so

the heat and fire licking my feet
If you never refine yourself always blindly believing you are a lion
You won't notice when the lights go off and all you

Fashionable with my attires
You In shock when I walk by ya
Everyone knows that I'm flyer
Been through the fucking wire
And I still ain't tired
I will never

two hands
It was a good start, then things just got so hard
Where the hell did we fall off track?
Now I work for her dad, and the pay it ain't half bad

Both inhaling the attraction in the air
So she could tell
My intentions 
Like good art
Had multiple layers
Conversation
Looser than anticipated
Wanted

NARRATOR
The poor girl's mother had died,

STEPMOTHER
You Cinderella, you wish to go to the festival?

FLORINDA
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?

closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any different my future be a given
my

Sofroni, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her
Will you buy my hair? asked Della

I buy hair, said Mrs. Sofroni
Take your hat off and let me take a look

fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin' 
I'm on the tech' and the night pass by
Wont get through this door how hard you try it
Barricade

this
Shhh Shhh

Now that's my girl, keep this to yourself, don't tell nobody else
If you enjoy living here you'll shut the fuck up
Don't even tell your

much 'cept my dick and my brain
Man, I try to keep it movin' like I live on the train
Everything is zoomin' by, now they diggin' my grave

(Speak to 'em)

attention to all my words and remember them because our words set their pants on fire


Here brave men are driven to drugs by politics to keep quiet

Because

we at the movies, and I put my hand out, she hold my hand
In my head I'm thinkin, I'm like damn, Tyler you the man
Huggin on lil shawty, I'm like yeah,

ever cross my mind, i know you know i could get her
(and that’s fact)

…yeah, big fact thing
…i am not depending on the rap thing
What that mean, rap

niggas, man that shit it'll cost you
Dick riding ass nigga, you on lost me
Keep a pole, ain't no way they can off me
Ayye I woke up yeah this morning

the an interview?
You should know by now I really do this shit, then hit the swimmin' pool
Then get my girl nakey up inside the inner tube
But what's the rap game

hope it's not too late to get me out the trash bag
Get me out the trash bag I been living rancid
Took me by the hand and you know we went dancing
This