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like a Mummy
Aghh
And this the Kill 'Em Wit' Success Co.
And that was Bino Jaffe Joffa
And I go by many things
You know
But baby you just know imma show

like a Mummy
Aghhh

And this the Kill 'Em Wit' Success Co.
And that was Bino Jaffe Joffa
And I go by many things
You know
But baby you just know imma

work in some grey techs
And I keep the glove on me, ain't talking about a latex
Old chick said she sick of me, still hit up my line though
Trapping out

I miss Los Angeles
Whenever I'm home
I just can't wait to leave
Now I'm in a hotel alone
I seem to lose my way
When the end is in sight
Maybe I'm

worries baby girl I can dug it
The information I can shove it down your throat by the caseload
A mental note
Them ain't no bad words to try'n provoke

do this
Leviathan ahoy coy Cupid
Smooch as the sun sets
Puke when he undress
Lady all smiles all spooked by the subtext
Lo and behold broke, broken

let loose gettin' lit off the Grey Goose
Come with me to the bathroom bring ya friend too
Next morning get it going popping at the home stu
10 songs in

nothing
How long should I wait just to feel something

I'm losing taste, there is no flavor
Flavor in above, below and the moment
The sky is grey with

broom or detergents
Lo! How well he has cleaned
While we relaxed and took delight
In his Musculus Linguae!
A fantastic object, that washes my lips

a while and just closed my eyes
She came by way of warmer Los Angeles
But now the chase is played and meaningless It seems I leave just to miss what I left

i’m numb and you see it in my face
Everybody passing by, like shadows in the rain
But can you feel my heart? Can you see it’s gray?
I didn’t fall apart,

execution because we could never be finished
Breaking news trying to find a target you in a funeral pursuit
They inscripted your name on those bullets lo

divine
Swear my life is gray without you by my side

I swear that you're my angel
And trust that for you I'm so grateful
Don't you worry about a thing,

like
Can I detach myself from 'em
I know it's so trife
Murder assault, wild out of control type
Worshiping at the altar of Ralph
Like a Lo Life
Dress

skies 
I yearn to die but I am being denied

Derelict monuments forgotten by mankind
The sky has lost its meaning and lo, the sun is now blind
To wander

yesterday, all colors were gone 
everything was covered by grey or black 
but then I woke up from my sleep 
and suddenly everything is perfect 

*Yes* I see

Live stare in the mirror I'm a changed man
Never, I'm just executing my game plan
Shit, I'm crunching numbers just
Like a rain man and got the gray

niggas
Hands down
Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks
6 niggas, 1 bitch with no latex
Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees
Lo shorts, sour

Gangsterous

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

free
Comin' gangsta, better believe and respect
Me and that boy S.P. reppin Houston Tex

[Chorus: X2]

[SPM]
Yo, it's the boy Los in a smoke gray 'Lac

wait

Ice in my veins like I'm D-Lo
I'm hitting a high note like CeeLo
I'm higher than high, only see sky
Yeah your top rapper I'm passing them by
And I

(What's the play?)
Got a phone call, unknown number
It's not saved
Picked it up, Fooly, when I catch you
Imma spray (R-r rah)
Told him "Drop the lo'
Swear

life just trying to make you see, love
That you're my one
And I'll always protect you


No matter the struggle
I'll always be there by you
In every cold

changing  
Up in the dojo forever training  
Faced with small holes to place my brain in  
I brew an Earl Grey  
Before I step out on the pavement  
Pull

neglect another gray sky
Take another trip to Van Nuys and stop at Best Buy
To see if the record I wrote has sold enough
For me to just fade out and let