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him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby

Your heart isnt in it so you dont know you worth
The heart in your bars smaller than charlie kirks smirk
Put one to his dome, said this lines for

first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' (what?)
Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens
I gotta

3 Kings

Rick Ross

Supreme Team

2014

with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag

At this rate I'll be belly up by the time I'm thirty-three
They will do the autopsy, but it was jealousy
You can donate my my organs to someone else

praise
Declare the Lord is forever
Make a joyful noise in this place

One day we gon' be out man, like three strikes
And home son like a homerun CHRIST
IS

believe please
We the best trio aqua team three piece
Hunger forcing starving for our dreams
Walking to the smoke spot hazy
Overthinking overrated

Three thirty in the mornin'
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's

sound like E
Say she wanna bring her partner, okay, that sound like three
Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand
Walk in the club, me in demand
Got

a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It

dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one fool got stomped out
'Cause he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1

I have mapped the cupboards and drawers
Tracked the least walked spots on the floor
Happy to be home safe and warm
As shadows by their feet

Tin Angel

Bob Dylan

The Complete Album Collection, Vol. 1

2013

riding through the woods and took her by the hand"

The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future

I Call Him Mad

Paris

The Devil Made Me Do It

1990

the house again
Bambi DJ'sll pray when he plays
Won't hit or skip I might phase
Suckers still suck and duckin uppercuts
Strike three MC's are blazed
Born

, a four

Hey girl, what you doing?
Hey, won't you come by and do my hair?
Yeah, I got three or four of them. Now you know. It's all good in

met you I slept at your feet waiting
When I woke up, I could see your heart had grown smaller
Three months passed before you said "Good Morning"

Will They Die for You?

Lil' Kim

Chef Aid: The South Park Album [Extreme]

1998

you ride for me? 
Well I'ma die for you 
Would you die for me? 
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck 
Never strike back

These are just sketches we shared
These are the things we spawned
These are the plastic chairs
And the attempt at a lawn change
These are the three

comin' in handy
Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
Total seduction, from face, hips, to feet

at the threats of despair?
Or you clumps of hair
Bows binding your feet
Make your plea “a wooden coat” space for three
Every hour – the sand fills up – the glass

In this picture
On the bottom
Near the corner
You can't see it now
It's covered
By the border
By Santa's feet
There was his drink (there was his

feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm

you ride for me? 
Well I'ma die for you 
Would you die for me? 
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck 
Never strike back

six feet underground
Because the way you strike my mood With your poison attitude
Has left me with a distaste
That made another space
Tie me
Dangle me