Lyrics:
Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
it's hard not shaking that fear off
White boys said I brag too much, the black kids said it's inspiring
Duality is tiring, my girl would kill me if she
nerves
I got kids "Actin' a Fool" from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and took
Bound by the ghost of a dream And haunted by specters of grief Distant, the glow of the promises old The cure for mortality I could sleep in the arms
This Song's For Finny And Dave
This is another song
For you my friend
I know it's been too long
Since thee End
And all those drunken nights
And all
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all
Letters from the 99
Is a collection of stories
Written by me
Mostly on my drives
Along the California HWY 99
To Los Angeles
This album is real
Your name is Dave Rossiter
And you are not familiar
I've never heard of you
And judging by your avatar
We don't seem very similar
But I am
to escape
’Till I’m tired and I adhere, say I’m destined to remain
But I can’t admit my lie
Truth is, I kind of like it here
The solidity, it’s organized,
show
3 6 mafia
Ya ya ya keep it live baby
You've jus' been a victim of the new Lil' Wyte album
The one and only
Yes sir
Its goin' down
Bumpin'
can solve it, ay
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all
to a stop
I feel dark eyes
Looking toward me
They're feeding my focus
Heightened by you
Black dogs with bright eyes skewed
Skeletons behind
Pure bliss
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it's a mess I decided to work
But it's hard to work
a sweeping coup
Say what you will, but nobody is killing it quite the way she do
Entering the picture room, calling out her name
Eyes they come to rest
it's not my fucking problem
These are just songs using lyrics made by a made-up alter ego
That are read off a piece of paper
This alter ego is simply
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
problems I do are math problems with profit
Only lyin' I do is lyin' out in the tropics
Only cryin' I do is cryin' from laughin' 'bout it
Only lackin' I
mc's to the test
And if you front I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest
Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop
You crew is loose, you
history.
Turn through some pages and you might see,
Who it is that you were born to me.
Verse One
They said that he could never be the one,
After all he was
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug
This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was
the window when it hit
All you see is fire
Do anything in the world for my sister, momma
Fuck a bitch, I don't talk to my baby mama
And I better not hear my
My favorite 2Pac album is
The Don Killuminati it
Was recorded after he was shot and spent
Time in prison it was like a doctor
Told him he was going
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