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on drinks, feeling all these types of ways
So I'mma leave and it's over
Good luck on going and finding your closure
Aye
And now that it's over I'm ready

these poor people were all along! 
Full of disdain for the Demon who abused his trust
He zoomed towards Earth as fast as he could 
Until he was greeted by

to other men
Right in front of me
Wishing to be the one to receive those gifts
I drive by that side of town and remember that
Applebee’s isn’t there anymore

a-boppin'
But I'm droppin' the ball
Promise when all this is over they call me
"Prodigy","Prophet" or something cooler than all that
So that it rolls right

3 A.M.

Timberland

Tha King Returns

2007

(need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha

3 A.M.

Timbaland

Mr 17.5

2008

(need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha

Only the strong survive out here, in Dankonia
Michael, Essence

Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all

Come Up

U.N.L.V.

Mac Melph Calio

1998

I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like Uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l

Keep it solid for me 
Don’t put nobody above Me
Can’t trust nobody it’s nothing
Talk to the wall and count money 
Can’t go out like I’m a dummy

your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals

For your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us

get in the pot
I'm sorta like a chef when I'm over the pot
I'm sorta like a ref when we talk 'bout these streets
Whistle official, my pocket gorilla

hood
Where I come from is the Gold
From these streets I was mold
They told me I wouldn't grow
Now I'm known all over the world.
Let my story be your

ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all

She can't speak, but the eyes

to guide me
When you realize no one's around
All the doors they are closing
And you are the talk of the town
Left out on the sideline
When you desperately

incognito (Okay) far away from a freak show (Yes sir)
Love all my amigos (Si) big dreams, I achieve those (Bet)
Bros over hoes, we don't ever gamble those

I can't deal with the
Small town bullshit
Small talk dull shit
Lookin all around just to
Find someone to
Babysit your bitch ass
No I'm not no kiss

I Miss My Love

Fabolous

Loso's Way

2009

don't invite in, 
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,

Get Ya

Twista

Legit Ballin'

1999

scripture

Let 'em all know now we piece and spit
Talk about shit bout we ain't choking thangs
I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop and watch his body

beat on women but could never be a woman
I know the life they live is too far over looked
By their looks, but there’s way more pages in that book
It's

at all
Wanna go back in time
When it was me, you and Ben in his car
Listening to Yellow Wolf
Wanna talk about heartbreak
My heart aches through dark days

we do them raids and stuff man
We all team up on that legendary and like
It's over, it's quick work
Sir Spaecii
Ridin' round town, 12 o' clock late

when y'all talk about the guns y'all shot (can't believe that shit)
And all the money runnin' to 'em and it's crumbs y'all got
Just let me know, come

With them over coffee
Because I don't like to break ice
And I don't like awkward silences
And I don't play nice
I've lost some friends and some
Friends