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at whoever talking out they top (Out they top)
Put him on a shirt wipe his blood with a mop (With a mop)
Why you talking boy you talking out your top (Out your

K, then I dipped out. Ooo
Back in my petty ways
It's all my fault. I'm only to blame
In only two weeks I grossed what she made
It's funny to me
That's

Taking your time but I swear you can't stop this
Wait, let me drop kick
Finish him mode I promise haters drop quick
Yay, like a switcharoo
Grabbed by

could I be the one to kill the one he loved
If you could just imagine being loved as you deserved
Let this one die
Let him stay unchanged
Stay deaf in

slain
Made me new and walked me out the grave
Showing me the way to operate
He surroun't me with a holy wall of flames
A Lamp that can't be put out by

worst nightmare so dont try to get with me uh
The way I spit my flow bitch ain't nothing ordinary uh
I'll show these motherfuckers 1 by 1 if necessary uh

never had any, stop
Cut me off never knowing no better
Hypnotized I don't fuck with no letter
Burn it down in my flannel-like Vedder
Slap shots hold it

fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in 
Hmm 
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’ 
Cuz I kept 

[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’

I smile with aggression 
Now run me them bandz
Stuck in a box 
Inna back of my head 
It won’t let me stop fighting 
Till blood on my hands 
Running it

looking for my hear but that shit had got stole
They was looking for my heart but that shit had got cold

Two deep strapped with the llama
Steady chasing

anxiety had turned vicious

I looked at the market's window as i waited at the stop
I heard the rhythm of the conifers receiving a chop
The word SALE in dim

I'ma tell you how it is I was broke on my ass had to get up for real
Nigga play with my gang, ready to go on a drip I ain't say stop the violence,

went wrong with current event
On how your time is money but he don't give you two cent
Now here I am wit baggage like TSA 'cause you bent
And every move

Verse 2:
Hold it down, never give in
Styles having your limbs
Or whether you want it to end
Dirty m'again, i burn him again
O-5, serving them sins
Or 30

prep schoolers are coming for me, help 

Maybe something to add, before he starts calling his dad
This'll probably make him run and fall on his back

the past 
All I got is family they down pull it fast 
Looking back I'm glad I left my foot is in the gas 
And I don't plan to stop I got two hundred

Lifeline

Organized Noize

Ghetto Street Funk

1993

from, I know I'm always stankin'
And removin' the junkie hookers
That was givin' me up to Spinky on the lifeline

[Verse 2]
Talkin' about back in

of a Maxima
then that passenger sent a few back at him but they survived
Couple years go by and now Christopher getting high
Crack commandment rule before

Song Title: Lifted
by Royale Weatherspoon aka Royale Michael

Lyrics

[Hook]
I keep my head up to God
And my back against the odds
Aye look I'm bouta

from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint

Chorus

Verse Two: Sonsee

Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my

'cause I couldn't draw a penguin
I took my anger out, guess you plotted revenge then.
And it makes me shiver
To even think of you with him there
So I block

know what he keeps doing wrong, but he can't seem to stop
And the cop's telling him to go, but he won't tell him where
It's strange, you remember

magnum
and crush every bone in dem f**king cranium
questions on everyone mind
ch-n are you going to answer back with a rhyme I'm don't talk
f**k di long

could hide vipers
Eye a sniper, make him cypher

Finds the vibe alchemical
Theories more seminal
Outspoken, out smokin' militant general
Strangest ways,