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shit all by myself
These niggas mad i'm in my bag i don't even care
These niggas mad i'm in my bag i don't even care
I count that cash i make it stack i

they
Wouldn't be able to sponsor you
By the way

Everything spun
In every direction
Not only that
You had debts to pay
(Some to me)
And now you weren't

Enemy of the Gospel

Corporate Avenger

New Testament

on your Jesus, I shit on your Mary.
Tow the line, follow me blind
Let Jesus carry you home.
Believe in love from our God above
Or we'll beat you

document our lifestyle on this lyrical tourney
If they flat you can still bet the wheels a be turning
Cuz i'm tryna progress, only held back by me
So i'm

rocking, okay
Since a lil jit I can't stop, got told by a prophet, I'm gonna make prophet, okay
Perk got me out of my body, but what can I say? Uh huh okay

kept this is for the adept
See life and death is merely a quest for some it's a test
Me I ain't possesed by bone and flesh
Only facts without a doubt is

Shouldn't phone home cause E.T. can't even match the high
Leave the boy alone
Bitch don't press me don't you hit my line
Im feeling fine
Young nigga tend

lightening and lava taste
Me and mi chargie cah pause til we lock e place
Do nuh watch e face
Better checks your steps
Nuh wah di right miss the move weh di

Nirvana
You ride with some phonies
They're not real heads but they so eager
To give you advice, they don't know me
They some jealous H-O-E's (They don't

AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones

dating
Just want one that's having home training
They say that butter too humble
Meet Tuface mo bere see fumble
Wan nu club I know they wan bubble
Steal

like luncheon (yum that)
Censored by an injunction (gun raps)
Fun fact I'm the best of the young batch
On a quad call that a wombat
I shock up the man E

take you on a journey
Tell you what I really mean:
Grabbing the payphone
Heart in the same place as E.T.
Calling, attempting, to phone home
Knowing this

the musicians 
I ever sang with
All of them
No exception
Que com o seu deles
Talento, paciência e Amor 
Me ajudaram a ser a cantora que sou
A Música salva o mundo

just change up that’s a pitch that I could throw
C-L-E I call it home , 2-1-6 is all I know
Aquafina on my body see me drip but I ain’t soaked
Every

Ride Wit Me

Hip Hop Dub Allstars

Hip Hop Dub All-Stars, Vol. 1

2002

the money!)

If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

In

jaded commune "Its me!"
Say the Inc.'s, the C.O.'s, the Com's, the Tom's
The C.E.O.'s, the "MTV YO's" is gone
The mp 3 woe is me the whole song
Leaving

Somebody go ahead, pass me the clear
When you are in college, there's nothing to fear
I'm like hoodie allen, in the leap year
C l e m s o n
Never wanna grow

dudes
H.O.M.E.S got the soup, nigga, guzzle up
Buck at your crew, nigga
Chewin' on an emcee
Loose ligament
Spew out the roots of obtuse lyricists
Mix it

I'm alive and I'm well
I guess shit could be worse so it's swell
All them nights that I spent by myself in a cell
Do not ask me for nothing I will not

Oooowwwweeeeeee
Drip You unsplash me
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy
Real baller shit

Big Shot Riding roun 
The city wit a big glock
Hopping out the Benz wit a big

I was snapping then
Even put the pen down, stopped rapping and everything
But lying saying everything was everything
My faith was on E I was hopeless

I make drops
It's cold when you hug up a block
To stay warm I take Hennessy shots
You look at me 
And I wonder what it is that you see
A lost cause

then try to walk right by me
and me and the guys saying free thug cause we get so slimy
Thought his bitch was a automobile cause she like to ride him