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invisible 
Near the seventh tier but leaving 
I took a stance 
My ability to break a trance is developed 
She seen something different in him, she just

They used to say that I was weak but now they turning into fans
Yeah but I can't really hate him cause I really am the man
I can two step in some

hardheadedness won't let them accept it
See they loved each other from beginning to end
But when he really wanted her then she didn't want him
When she really

Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags

Fucking with my profit
I'ma hop out with this stick and
Introduce him to some hot shit
On the block with thirty sticks up in
My hand and I be wildin' baby

Pray for Them

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 4: A Turn for the Worst

2010

to
Worlds going faster
So my ride or die chose the latter
I'm looking for a rush out of habit
Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict
Ain't

my neck, gotta dip out, I'm on some shit now
I don't see no one
Jackson, Franklin, and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with
Might hit a skinny

the days I was whipping with him
Crazy that I'll never see him again
Been with the angels I'm looking for him
See from all angles how could you blame him
Is

'll probably wait out the storm, by morning back at her dorm
Cool
She spent the night with a friend alright
But probably out of spite a nigga named Steven
First

when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like

crumbling
Count up the money this shit is so humbling
When I lost my brother I had to go get it
Bad bitch she don't fuck with no broke niggas
Niggas hating

what's going on on-uh

Nelly
What's going on 'cross seas
every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got mommas crying out please
My

ain’t safe
We spin yo block wit them drakes
Hop out and do it broad day, okay, them niggas erased
I get him whacked off with no problem
I got rank, I send

you are? I said I'm him
I can't trust these niggas not my friends
Who they is, man they all play pretend
She like who the fuck you are? I said I'm him
I

And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang

put a hole in your son while he's holding your sun chips
While you're over there with a chip on your shoulder
Like you Hova or some shit
Your flow is

about it
If you live by it, your going to die by it
Watch your words, you can lie about it
Capping rap niggas you all be quiet
A gun is useless
If you are

coming up
The champ is me, see, it ain't no runner ups
I'm catching wreck because I'm getting vexed
You can forget it if you think you're going to get it

ask
That's why she's my favorite
Little taste of success better savor it
Ballin out the way with it, run by toss me a Gatorade quick
I gave it

Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours

The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.

lie,you already heard

Switch it

Micheal Jackson imma rock your world

Seen Billie Jean with the natural curls

Ion don’t even really want that girl 

Imma

really bad, no I'm Michael Jackson Bad
(Hee-hee!)
Kinda glad, took this long to get it through my big 'ol head
Now go by as Thriller man, BPM killa man

made her mad
 
I don't really do 
This shit for real, I got skill 
I just be fucking with y'all 
Whole time shit is real

She freaky 
cnd she 
Popping,

Peter my brother 
But you're out here moon walking like Michale 
Oui look Jackson why you Lacking 
Move to that ting right now and start chatting and if