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and bleak Reflect the words we dare not speak By the bottle's end We may have done our time What you want's to stay away from people like me Who twist
And I knock on virgin hoe So and if ya dick fit 'cause it's dank and drink Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick I'm big wit the .44 This ain't an indo Got
bum up in his plumbers house But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty The null
When I got to the golden city Most of the gold was gone By that time I had some questions So I flagged down a race-car bum He said "Sonny I don't
that man? c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!) They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
but i like you most all the time anchored by my need to know you outside of your window in plain view of pigeons and bums but you're so
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin' in a bag Eatin' outta
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes I brings it to your grill while
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum, human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive Die by fire, painful death,
Surrounded by the sick Niggas count to four and E-Rickets Out the fuckin' door and All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun Bel Air mannequin's too good for me It walked by as if I was a bum kicking My can across
[Scotty Edge] Well it's Brooklyn Bums Well it's the dirty birds Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn won't go back on our words Cause' we're pissing
class no more." What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side He gives me a place to go when things get bleak He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
Responsibilities and obligations Easy living riding high I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out I never wanted more than what's already
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage The mic is the teacher, to get
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
with no kind of worries On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga I'm from B-R-double
Albert was a man Took kids by the hand He had too much fun He touched their little bums He lit fires up his ass Made him cum real fast He
from yourself? I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds My newest weapon is my state of calm Lowered alarms, I feel more
racks me with profanity My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me Wesley
Nobody tells me what I'm going to be The choice is mine and that you got to see A poet, a doctor, a bum out on the street Or maybe I’ll be the friend
ain't the person that I was And no one told me that I changed I needed people by my side But everyone just looked away So now I'm talking to myself
not musicians, deadly compositions and they're very instrumental in eliminating bums Bring the chips with the dip Dip in the whip Dip right in
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