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take it
Cu that lil lady might break it
And leave me to go pick up every piece
Go hard and just make prof
Yh I'm polar I'm just tryna take off
All

blind to yo enemy
By the way you move
Can tell a lot about your energy
My homie changed up
He was a quarter of a century
Get up out the bed for that bread

It's hot here
I go by the name
Nana nana nananana
Jbthebadbwoy
Samtizzy gon gon ni ahan
Ahn Ahn
Yehhh
When I no get back in the days
People de use me

Worn out Sole to Heel

Skyclad

The Answer Machine? [Japan Bonus Track]

1997

It's a mountain that we all must climb,
In giant leaps or one step at a time.

I saw a fat, old money lender shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing

Shout out to everyone that doubted me
Imma make it and everyone will hear a lot of me
My crew by the side of me
Don't you ever cry to me
Just be real

Aye
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
I see wrist bust-down nigga, twenty on each
That's a big back baby come and fling it on me
Rosé by

but you should understand me
Because I’m going to win a Grammy
I’m going to get a mansion
I talked to God I planned it
He wouldn’t ever give me

used to wake me up
With a warm pop tart
I told you I'll get on
And be on the pop charts
But sitting on billboards
Gets kind of lonely
Now I got bills

captive by the pain
Its time to rise on top of this thunder and rain
I might be the black sheep but I came to change the game
So my family will come around

if you get this correct, you'll get a 1000-dollar check,
 It's kinda like a test. Who built the sphinx in the sand
 That's super easy the Egyptians.

I'm from we do that shit face to face
You'd think that my diamonds m'fucking pungi
The way it keep charming these snakes
Cut all these thotties steady

pain
And on the days when the fog is clouding
Over your brain
Ill be the voice telling you
It'll all be okay
I know what its like feelin empty and down

compare to the way you make me feel / but you're a spiteful bitch, damn it, you gone make me kill / I'm trying to calm down, and get myself together / but

busy out here tryna make it better 
Born and raised in da trenches eastside made hustle 
Got a few different hustles known to get it from the muscle 
No

you in the past
Like Nipsey I Hussle for the cash
Count the money real slow and make it fast
I'm finally happy with life and now they mad
You say you

shit don't make me slow
Like it from the earth, that's where it grow
Cuz I don't fuck with blow, don't need no molly ho
No white shit goin up my nose
All

Took his pistol by the palm, couldn't get a grip

I be the type, look
I be the type, look
I be the type, look
I be the type, look
I be the type, look
I

came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well being
I don't dance,

for work
Never stop till I'm in a hearse
I don't hoop but it's still proof that
I still shoot without aiming first
I'm on my way like that late text

though
Spending each and every dollar 
Grinding hard to be a father 
Getting by being a barber 
Every time I'm in it people stepping on my toes 
Every time

bodies on bodies on bodies
What now?
The drip on the stick from the head scares the crowd 
Get from my midst 
I stay distant and down 
cnd christen

I'm still sorry that

I'm not your type, ooh
Three years gone by, did I forget to mention?
Almost your wife, ooh
You run and hide if it's not

well so the homes
Behind it like Sherlock
You can ask Def Boy got it for sure locked
We inquired if It Was Written
By y’all and heard Nas
Headed

the
Passcode of your phone 3-1-5-0 No, No!
I'm doing it! I'm doing it!
I'm doing it again! Doing it again!

Cause, last night I danced at
The party to our song