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shit, nigga (yo, DD in the house)
I ain't forget ya (Drunken Dragon)
There's too many tables for you to fuck with me
Uh, uh, keep it real
(Manchus,

Move On

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

fatal
He died right there upon the kitchen table blaow
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin', not a roach or a mouse
And I

Got's Like Come on Thru

Buddha Monk

Got's Like Come on Thru [US]

shit, nigga (yo, DD in the house)
I ain't forget ya (Drunken Dragon)
There's too many tables for you to fuck with me
Uh, uh, keep it real
(Manchus,

Move On

Emage

Soul Deep

1994

He died right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouse
And I was

Listen good this is God talking
Talk about designers I’m the God model
God speed so the movement everlasting
God seed so every girl around me here

good and chilling life is a cook out
These days on birthdays we pull the suits out
Dinner table long enough to fit inside of two house
Keep your nose

girl hold my
Down an unreasonable amount
Like what your label gave
Before they abandoned you
We be fly, but on the inside
Shit we look like Crash

pretty girl she had so much bling I went out the next day a brought her a diamond ring  in the summer when the kids go back to school getting even Smarter

you that I ain't no punk
And you know that I'm fateful (Uh)
By the way that I lay low (Uh) you would think that
I stay on house arrest they do daily

never be bolder
I'm lifted up by my love for you
She's got a heart filled with heaven
A girl you wanna defend and
Do everything for her that you can do

I

Move

Arcade

A/2

1994

right there upon the kitchen table BLAOW
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin, not a roach or a mouse
And I was just with him,

cable for us
But e no mean say
We no go turn tables again with no D.J
Same thing over again its so cliche
They trynna make sure
Pe mo sise
Me I go in they

life, you can't take shit from me
You can't get haunted by your past, you'll end up seein' ghosts
I'm leavin' softer bees in a Ghost smokin' dope and I

man, kick him like a kickstand
Come with that stick that's kicking like IP Man
Hollowman, hitman, holla man, quick fam
All of them girl want