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to be, I need you close to me
just like my rosary, right by my side baby
I know you holding me, that's where my toast would be 
I now you fucks with me,

And I've heard a lot of
Wicked stories
And I have taken little bits
And parts and pieces of
You know
The things that I've heard,
Things that I've seen on
TV

Mummy died got me looking in the sky
Lost you know why can't provide at side
Dazing in my brothers eyes hate goodbyes
Can't decide if I'm gonna ode

that
Don't ever call me your brother if you're a fucking rat
I'm really sorry I wasn't the friend you thought you had
But to think your shot was hitting

has there is the pressure
Day by day a little bit farther on the road to gettin' better amen

No, I can't, no I can't lose myself
No, I can't, no I

plankton (Drip, drip)
What in the hell was you thinkin'?
I got a bih down in Georgia, Atlanta or maybe it's Macon (Come on)
Fine little ting, I think she

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

little shawty get real
I keep it a buck so u do know what's up if u act like you don't give a fuck how u feel
Niggas they wasn't my brothers for real
Had

Lyrics i got em' you need em' you need em' I got em' (11x)
Lay it on ya I'm gonna I'm gonna lay it on ya.

Look bitch I heard around the corner that

and brothers,
I say these things and it’s ok because I love you.
Ain’t nothing for love for my dogs,
It’s about respect, we’re out here breaking our necks,
One

stand up, yeah
One by one my, cry out and cry out and fall
Brothers dem fall
Toy soldiers, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't stand up and fall down, yeah

group[02:50.85]That shit still don't go over well in my mind[02:52.53]It's simple but why can't we just be kind[02:54.23]I need one valid reason why you think some

need some dip finna dip up out this bitch 

How you out here talking like a little baby caesar when i'm the one that get the bread and cut you like

the phone
Choosing on these hoes just like any miny moe
Let the blood race to ya brain
When I hang you by ya toe
Slit ya motherfuckin' throat
Switch my

song

[Chopper]
What you say Freddy P ya heard me
Its all chopper city ya heard me
Your little brother ya heard me
I representin the band ya dig

trust in these little bitty bitches
Cause if he got money she fucking
They after the digits, so rule #1
You gotta fuck em can't cuff em
Get down on your

Back to the Grill

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

killer, who works by the phone book

For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I

the bad guy speech"

(Get Up)

Ever since I could remember
Been a little nerd dude with a temper
Learned to scrap like Stark when you're getting hurt
Better

lil bitch got a fever
She eat dick, I gotta feed her
I'm alone, I don't need her
To the money I changed my demeanor
Whatchu doin' you not doin' it right

a few
Seconds like i’ve seen enough
The too much Juice Crew
The machinist with a loose screw, boo hoo
I can do me for free
You need several investors

fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my

shit, Jackie Chan, Jet Li
I ain't going back and forth, bitch, I just need a fee
How your nails and feet done and you ain't even got a phone
Letting that

is so supreme it make 'em dribble like an athlete
Scribble in the notepad, wax upon a vision board
You might need a little more effort to surpass me

Polk Salad Annie

Kenny Vernon

Nashville Union Station Depot

1970

on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)