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the sky fill in
Stars are fixed above, while down below we spin

We'll walk by the old hunter's shack
Sign on the front warns that it's booby trapped

in a hand basket
I'll end up where I need to be
Whether it be up in the stars
I'll end up where I need to be
Even below ground by six feet
And I ain't

zone out
Half the mandem in jail ends is like a ghost town
Feds on my tail and I ain't tryna slow down
Sharpa cut his hair I told him bro let it grow out

stay in your name
Too many times a n***a got tired up, I had to find me a loophole
DMV Summers, they hot, so I keep rainin' they money like twofold
I'm

Yeah
Ron Lamont
You know how I do
Yeah
Wake up in the mornin get my cash right
A bag of okey doke and a canned sprite
Spendin money from a year ago

of a Pyrex
Follow this guy steps
Following my steps
I'm surrounded by muscle
I'm like biceps
I made it in then made it out
But left the money there
You putting

or sumn
I might pull up in the trap
Inside a Tahoe or sumn
40 sittin on my lap
Like im getting followed or sumn
I push green like a use
A damn lawnmower

(Everyday we in this bitch)
Yea we lit lit lit
Everyday we off the shits
Yea we lit lit lit
Everyday we in this bitch
Yea we lit lit lit
Everyday we

Down where the river cuts through the Tug Valley
Big Sandy had a gin joint surrounded by alleys
Through a dirty old glass Big Sandy could mask your

inside
You sealed your fate, I'm killin'
Breed like you lost your children
Sting like a cut against assaulted women
You're lookin' throwed like

killin
Breed like you lost your children
Sting like a cut against assaulted women
You're lookin throwed like a margarita it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk

or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is

Deep cuts and blood in my mouth
I think I'm drowning out
Learn to take it slow
Gotta take time
Everything will come around
That's thru the grapevine

the flesh
I'm the man
I'll attest, im the Mac truck in a black tux
With no hands up
Underneath that
Is that summer hot,
Serve and work the Fiends By

on my feet walk inside the club
Spend a thousand on a freak
Tees in the summer, in the winter
It's the mink
You already know how I do, bitch, it's me

timbs I was flicking ashes and I burned my butters
I was in a different state every summer I swear that's my brother, we don't know each other
I made

the president
I get em off thru the mail what's your residents
I need half off top before it get sent
Fresh 40 out the box no stock clip
I be rocking all designer

Liquor Store Run

Volume 10

Rhyme & Reason

1997

In the liquor store
Now I done purchased me a forty-O
Liquorice types, bootleg tapes
Hat off the rack, battery for my DAT
Vigo, fill some more, by

many quarters in
That boy a bar-cade
Harlem, half the time he brought water in
Fetching orders, Jack em for Jersey she was my Jill
Back and forth, George

behind their phones they aint really mean
See them in these streets they start whistling 
Okay, got some young niggas down the block
By the juice spot all

coming home, Ruth, my dear
I got money in my pocket, don't you fear
We'll build a life by Seneca Creek
You'll have everything you'll ever need

Let's

And me, I guess, I'm over a tin can man
With a hole in my chest where a muscle once resided

Rome High Park and a half-moon light
Hiding our woes where

Ima Boss [Remix]

Meek Mill

Ima Boss [Remix]

Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!

I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right

like
the waters : day by day : not long
and you'll cover it all : but for us :
who once filled this country : like
stars in heaven : it's summer's end