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lines hold thick checks
Money on my mind two cents don't break bread
Pass me the butter I'll make a meal
Spread it for kinfolk and dry stray tears

kneel and bob on standby like Ben E. King
Flexing a fake Date Just you lust for petty things
I flex good genes, my baby face will make Kenny sing
Pause
My

gassed up call her a-t-v
Beat booming out the box, sound like SMGs
Casualties with Weas and Dart on the m-i-c
Cut from another cloth ain't no l-i-e
Man you

a early mornin' buzz

And called my nigga E, "What up, loc? What up, cuz?"

I'm thinkin' 'bout pullin' out the trey for performance

And maybe hit a few

accomplishments all DIY
Always there when it's cold, you the ICE
Real nigga til the end, till I D.I.E

Brung you to the gang, you broke the vowels where the I and E

(Oh nah nah nah)
(Feel my pain)
It’s a ballad of a thug nigga, a thug nigga
It’s a ballad of a thug nigga, a thug nigga
I’m a real ass nigga count

Rattlin' Roarin' Willie

Jean Redpath

The Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 4

1983

As I cam' by Chrochallan
I cannily keekit ben
Rattlin' roarin' Willie
Was sitting at yon board en'
Sitting at yone board en'
And amang guid companie

hand fulla silver bullets
High noon all day with these assholes
How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all
So fly took

You Don't Want Drama

Eightball & MJG

Crunk Hits

2005

South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama
You don't want nuttin'
I see you ATL
Let's tear this shit up
C'mon,

faction
Keeping eyes on horizon
I, know that my
Type of joy can be perceived as painful
Though, as I cry
All my tears do water that which I sowed
Tell me

That's how it gotta be goin' down
Said that's how it gotta be goin' down
King
Ronin
Scholar
Bitch
I'm out here pluckin' ya strings like guitar picks

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I

but no millionaire
To the E.14th's by my 16th year
Quick as the eye that blinks
Quick as the mind that thinks
All I wanna do is just....

(guitar solo)

for each other, just give us chance we'd spill blood from one another.
Hands up to fight keep them by your head, and use your passion and love

than most
The rappers spitting today
I know four score and seven
Years was spit in 1863
By the leader of this great country
That's word to Abraham

She asked my name I said Russian
Can i get your number can i be your friend
I just wanna sex by half past 10
You can't have my yute you're
A slut im

Blasting comets at Earth to avoid the space cancer
H.D.E.
Cause humans destroy everything
Looking for protection
So they made the sun king
The sun turned

No More Secrets

(hed) p.e.

Truth Rising

2010

(Bitch) My soulfly free
No organized religion No church No priest
No university My DNA diversity
Count my blessing Never a curse to me
Say (həd) p.e

I'm a n***a Forever
Don't you dare give up on me
Better make it count, or else you Won't eat
Make it obvious with your Confidence
Show them what you got

you'll stand by me like Ben E. King
That's unreal
That's unreal
That's un- That's unreal
Only as good as you need to be
Hop out with someone as good as me

my life I been ten toes
G.e.d. My initials

So fuck what you talking I get every dollar
I don't have a collar if I did I would pop it
Like nigga

the fuck really used to hold me down
Outta all these phonies 하나 둘 셋 넷 다섯 여섯
Can't even count shit i feel nauseous
Acting smart and picky? Yall see don't know

with those dogs at his hand
He feeds them scraps of human remains
Then turns his back to count his gains

Before a painting of her misery
I thought I saw

I arrived on the ninth a couple months shy of eighty-six
Another E.T. freed up from the mothership
A younger brother, the prodigal boy wonder
It's