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107
8, 18, 28, 38
48, 58, 68
78, 88, 98, 108
9, 19, 29, 39
49, 59, 69
79, 89, 99, 109
This is the way you count by 10s
In just a second, this song's

Yea I’m hearing the all chatter
Heard they bout talking bout K. Nick
Find it funny it don’t matter
Tellem raise up off my dick
Cause my pockets

ਸੁਣੋਂ ਦੀ
ਤੇਰੇ ਜਿਹੀਆ ਵਿਚੋ ਲੈਂਦੀ ਪੈਰੋ ਕਢ ਨੀ
ਥੱਲੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਗੱਡੀ ਡੇਢ ਲਖ ਪੌਂਡ ਦੀ
ਹਾਏ ਗੁਰਿ ਗੁਰਿ ਗਿੱਲ ਓਹਦਾ ਨਾਮ ਦਸਦੇ
ਮਾਰਦੀ ਸੀ ਤਾਣਾ ਤੈਨੂ ਕੌਣ ਜਾਂਦਾ

By face ਗਬਰੂ ਨੂ ਤੂ

the nick of time
Rhymes flowing
I see the seconds ticking by
Don't know where I'm going
All I know's I'm keeping my
Eyes open and my focus intensifies
Cuz

isn't fresh we like oh no 
Saint Nick with your chick, she's a ho ho 
You can't join the clique, that's a no go 
It is what it is, that's fosho 

East

ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion

I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud
I got on 9 diamond chains
In the booth right now
They call me spending stupid, no roof it
Shawty with

Pay me by the pay pal
I'm lookin' at Benjamin, like hey, pal

Look me in my eyes see a masquerade
Born in 98' same vibe still from yesterday
Today

when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes

(Nick, you're stupid)

Lately, I've been going crazy
Take my eyes off of you baby
Promise me you'll never let me go 
(Promise me you'll never

like kids on Nick, Nick & Nigel hit the fix
Fixin' everything from molestation down to the prints
That's why they call her Remedy, b-tch, y'all don't

Kept on waiting by your side 
Feet stuck in the murky tide  
Sober truth I slow imbibe  
Contemplating where to hide 

Said you don't even know me

RIP my babies nigga
Whole lotta dog shit on us, these niggas can't fuck with us man
Ayy, huh
Ten racks on me, thick bitch with me
Four-nick on me,

riding round like saint nick
My presence is a gift
Even if I dont spit
Lil shawty you can spit
Or swallow all of my kids
Ill leave that part up to you just

For real, for real, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real

You don't bleed how I bleed
'98 is tatted on my sleeve
That lil bitch

by - Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman
Produced by - Christian Santangelo, Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman 
Engineered by - Christian Santangelo, Jeff

Mhm
CV, uh
Uh, uh, yeah 
Let's get it (un huh)
We were raised by drug dealers
Riding round with serial killers 
Eating cereal wit em 
Didn't know

a mighty big gash or a tiny little nick
There are certain thing to know when you're driving in a car
To stop it crashing into trees
There are certain things

Dedication Song

Freddy Cannon

Boom Boom Rock 'n' Roll: The Best of Freddy Cannon

2009

The Dedication" (performed by Freddy "Boom Boom" Cannon in 1965, but we
completely changed most of the lyrics without Boom Boom's permission)

have expectations that you cannot meet, aye[00:16.16]Which is all that this could ever be[00:19.50]I've got OG Nix by my side, a true ride

as one
Ever looking upward
There's a poetry in an ending

We only begin
To try to ascend
Dragged back down
By this gravity
Not by its nature
By our own

Stephen Curry
On a de quoi les traumatiser! Fallait pas nous éviter
On ne dort que d'un œil comme Nick Fury
We are the champions ! Freddy Mercury
Quand

Thoughts of a Villa
Started on the corner
G pack seller
Getting stacks cheddar
With all my niggas
My mindstate was 98
Moving in and out the tri-state

Paranoid, Can't get sleep
On gasoline done fucked around and popped another bean

Ville Zone

When I was broke I had to pay for every Nick
Was down