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kicked them doors down, kung-fu
(Wah) i got the same niggas with me
We gang-gang and we stuck together like glue
(Gang, gang) i feel like Mick when I call

of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where

so a few more hours goin' by
it's about 2am so we headin' back inside
3am, you know we gettin' into somethin'
the club about to close but we keep

Dhall fries 
Gather the guys and we head out the door 
Rolling deep stomachs growling like a lions roar 
Bout to eat Dhall all the way through to its core

down yo doors
Whip the Pyrex with a dirty old stove
With a dirty old stove
We might be turning copper to gold
Money my mind
Money my paper
I might date

industry, like collections of 3,000

Doors closing, antique typewriters, underwater recordings using exotic microphones, ambiances
Of binaural audio snapshots

months later, she's what I look for
This is my baby girl, this ain't a whore anymore
Bust down the door
Fuck her like toy
Sex ain't a chore
Go

the ditch (rrrr)
I don't got time for a diss
Not wasting breath on a kid (nah)
Childish games you be playing like oh
Three next in the line, that's tic tac

idea, step by step, from the elements they already understood.
 
I went to Stage Three - glitter, which I sprinkled the whole thing
 
1. How to anchor

Haha
Caught them niggas lacking'
Run to 40, run to 40
My nigga, run to 40
Yerrrr
Hold that door
Good lookin'

Yeah yeah
How much you got nigga?
How

still aiming for more 
I'm kicking down all of the doors 

We was just some stoop kids look at us know 
Running through the city - look at me know 
Cuttin

of the Lord
This not in vain so fight the hoard
Of sin it's creeping at the door
It's something that you can't ignore
Got to put my face down to the floor

a house I can’t even call my own

I’m holding the keys tho

Standing by the door

Knowing I should open up more

But I never trust what is no more

Oceans

lord, he got the mad flows
With no hoes, like a clone, with no flaws
A lambo, with no doors, the popo, with no laws
A Scarecrow, the dead throw, cause I

goes......

safe as fuk, i've took an acid and loads of times, it's made my arms stretch three times longer than they normally are, i feel like i can fly up in

me
People send shots to my door tryin' kill me
Keep that forty, three clips, yea that glizzy(Gun sound)
My niggas got drums look like Mickey 
Fingers

up like L.A. Fitness
Smush a nigga by that fetish makin' shit don't show no pity

Told that ho quit all that playin' let a nigga see them titties
That

Adventures of Super Rhymes

Jimmy Spicer

Hip Hop Essentials [Box Set]

2006

two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just

the five piece
Thick thighs please
Fuck it supersize
She said fuck and super vise me
Pistol by my side while I'm driving
I'm always down to slide
Cause I

noncompliance?
And we're never gonna let the plaintiffs bar remain applauded
When despicably
The victims were defrauded by a decorated leader
So horrifically EPC

of course I'm free 

wait I got court at 3 

Winning by majority 

Read about it read it I'm talking editorially 

Until I get check dodging collections like

wanna see me flash out
Man you lose yo fucking mind
When I pull that bag out
Got a Big Body
It Go Beep
When it bag out
Kicking Down yo Door
And we running

through doors in large cities, rolling down busy highways, 
Seeping into valleys and soaring over mountain tops. 
Spreading the terrifying beauty of her

With this hand-ting I'm a handy man
Break down boxes, Jackie Chan
No black belt, black blade in hand

Most drills that I did weren't planned
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