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fine
Then he sampled cheese and a glass of wine
Dove face first in a casserole
Went for a jelly roll but he completely missed it

Next morning he was

Back To The Money

B.G.

Too Hood 2 Be Hollywood

2009

I can't lie, I had started to feel the recession
I signed my deal but I really wasn't feeling progression
But I'm a go getta, by all means I'm a get

The Blend

The Herbaliser

Herbal Tonic

2010

to sticks
Not opposites flips
Cheese to cakes
Beefs to steaks
Bones to breaks
Decks to tapes
Good food to plates
Movies to dates
Cities to states

by the stop sign,Take the sucker down,With the Glock nine,Feelings ain't involved,Not one time,Finesse the stew head out what's mine,Every hustler

mattered how hard I prayed to the lord, ignored
I guess he was busy that day
Now I'm in line getting government cheese
With these government thieves
Trying

Lolo on the track so you know we got a flame line 
Bring it down one time 
17th Ave. Got em hitting that play sign
Earl be recording so you know it's

too long
In a dream, you were enlightened
And teacher, come on down from your island
Meet me at the lighthouse by the lands' end
Tell me why my dreams

household
Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze
In the mouse hole that cheese is not yours
You are not chose by the gods
To live as we do so play
Your

of things, like those ping pong conversations rattling across 
Your side to mine
Someone better draw the line 

I'm sinking to the bottom tier
I know a diving

of hatred grasped by the fingers of hollow thoughts
Where corruption lingers
Cut the strings of the puppet
Or remain unconscious
So many times I've been

do little things
With my lines and my strings 

When I close my eyes I start to cry
What we’ve done with our life 
There’s no reason to renew the war

lines of that drank
Fucked my belly up
On the 5th floor bussin bows down of that Dank
Fucked my Telly up
Young nigga slime you out yea he snake
Tell em

and the strings
The beat as it bangs in my Beats
Down the street, down the lane
On my deen as I sing in the rain
The music, the thing keeping me tamed
The...& John

yall niggas cooked
Fish don't fly but niggas is hooked
Bait on the line fate on the line
Pulling the string make it a crime
Murder murder no love allowed

dances all night in his giants home
Looking for a partner to join
He sits down for dinner at a table for two
A wisp of bread, cheese, and a gallon of wine

yeah
Bae please no basic
I want bleu cheese blue faces, yeah
And i don’t want all these hoes in our mix cause
Good things can’t replace it aww
Feelings

rapped about it, think he know now (brr, brr)
Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (cash out)
I get the cheese in large amounts
They

Just let the old one die

[Verse 3]
My spine splits like string cheese being eaten and I cease to breathe
Tenderly released from bodily prison
Ignite in

That you can't travel down cause
They home to something unknown
(Area 51 is real
Tell me how that make you feel)
We barely know anything about it

playing catch-up string cheese
Anyways
I can't
Bruise my soul
Laying in the waves
ID been keeping me from
Saying I'm wrong
I've deemed it
Lost for me

fucking earn it
He say "count that cheese by all means"
"Even if we got to go purge a nigga"
You talk so much about yo fire bitch
We'll have yo ass burnin'

It's a quarter past three
Out by the water
Knee deep in memories
Of when I saw her
Why do I think of it
I'm just a puppet on some strings
Just

Couldn’t even see me sometimes for weeks at a time
And still held the line and held it down
Baby girl you’re a diamond the best thing I found 
Until I lay my

off my chest
A ball in my stomach I just try to digest
Little by little I discover the strings and where they connect
But as I said on sometimes threw