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Entitled [no]
'Fraid you got the wrong girl
Cause you're special [ooo]
So special [oh]
You're a goddamn American Treasure
Oh what a shame your

you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me
Girl, when you come around me

Time to keep it 100, I'm a boss chick but he run it
No Michael Kors just

God E don give me the life I dé live
Tell me why I no go dance lika this
We are led by the Spirit of God
So everybody come follow me dance
Mais où sont

No matter how loyal you are, betrayal never came from the enemy
Stayed on top, gave my all, still you're consumed by the jealousy
The woman you

bills, she wanna be my product
Out right when I count to three, that bitch she think she scared of me
Out the house in no time, now she just a memory, yeah

Red Moon
By this Oath now seal your Doom
On your Violent Womb

BLACK ANGEL 1 - You're no Angel from the Stars
Angel 2 - Virgin Whore caressed by Scars

no map
By the way, no cap
We on the way, know that
Your loyalty, show that
You're royalty, show that
You know your worth for what it's worth
And never

overwrite like a template
What do you say when there's no faith
And they be looking at you like you're strange

You should know by now
Ain't no slowing down,

This Era is Over
Took me few months to find closure
It's taking a while to be new again
Fruit bearing summers, no grocers
The point of the summer, no

on the
Porch smokin' bomb again
Now they could be in the suburbs
On them brightly painted curbs
Puffin' the herb and lookin' for
Somebody to swerve on, but no

Cut your face to prove you're brave
But nothing gets through
It is not all fun and games
No matter what you do

Nobody came to the harbour
We came

Product of this life so I pour that up
You're a fan of me, can you pour that up?
Where I went wrong I don't know that's tuff
Party for the two can you roll

Bring It Back

Fabolous

V6: The Gift

2012

You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty

But you're my favourite work of art

Things buyin Hawaii from Beverly Hills
Back to JFK no no rebel stay ill
Rock and roll is drive me dopes be like my

Never Die

Cee Lo Green

Quality Street Music

2012

cry (cry)
To know that you're gone 
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die

I'm a product of a hell spawn
Everything has gone wrong
Hammer in the back of your head
That shits hollow

I'll be better by tomorrow
But for now you've

me
Get the fuck back
No half measures
Get the fuck back
From me

And you might just see
The product you’ve started to be
Artificial on skin
Rotten

That's why it's no rest
They wanna take a piece of your flesh
I feel 'em aim at me and you're next
They wanna taste you bleed

Quite true, life's

To pray to him by candlelight

Then viewing through the past
I saw what is believed
Still dressed in royal clothes
A saint behind the altar

History

The Count of Tuscany

Dream Theater

Black Clouds & Silver Linings

2009

To pray to him by candlelight

Then viewing through the past
I saw what is believed
Still dressed in royal clothes
A saint behind the altar

History

Sorry I ain't sorry (No no)
Cause I could have anything a nigga want
Deuce deuce
Twenty two
Made it out the mud
Bad Product only don't do Saint Laurent

then it's back to the bread
Supply the products, set the price, whatever it is, they gon' pay it
I built this shit, franklin saint brick by brick
And I

Rapping about guns but they're really just effected
A product of sex that went unprotected

I'm a pure saint I ain't faking with a faint
I'll throw a punch

all the time you're so good
But I ain't got no clothes and no food
And it's so rude, when the people keep on telling me what I should
Do like I don't