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Still working like I ain't been heard yet
Write like I ain't said a word yet
Labels ain't seen my worth yet
But it's all love I ain't served yet
Couple

This That

8Ball

Life's Quest

2012

Hey, what it do, what it do?
This is my life
All my pills, all pimps and all my real bitches in the vicinity

Just a coming through your speakers

I get around with my Julio
You drinking Wock I don't need it (whoa)
I take a sip of your bitch (whoa whoa whoa)
I drink that hoe by the liter (I drink

Black Togetha Again

King Tee

Tha Triflin' Album

1993

suck
Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap
Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
Lookin at the news and now I see pals
Carlton, koons,

ain't no real nigga beef
Swear I gave her a chance now she trynna take pics of me
Girl I like how you smile you be havin' that pretty teeth
Prolly not up

Because I got love, love in my heart shed abroad
By God makes me always wanna be here for y'all
And I'm never gone stop, I'll be there for the brother
Who

of fiction
Not doing this for fame, love's been my dedication
Made a promise and burned myself at the stake
Mistake? Only the best mistake ever made
Fortune's

staring in your eyes, it’s gonna be you and I
Love the stimulation
Yes I, prefer no conversation
You make it real for a woman like me (like me)
Rough with

ever thought that
We'd both be here tonight
And the world looks so much brighter
With you by my side
I know that something has changed
Never felt this

whatever
Religion should be personal and yeah, mine's this
But whatever
Love or hate, someday all you gonna hear is me

Tattoo my name
Make me you're

love the green you’d swear I was Irish
I write my bars and sell them by the jars
(jars) the fiends here can’t get
Enough, like El DeBarge, know why?

stand? Still out here on this curve

Battlin' with myself, not to give them what they deserve
I was taught by the best, if you can't talk, put it to rest

flubber shit
I'm so mob, I don't love no bitch
I just love my bread, first I love my kid
A little dink on head, my niggas guts real
They be itching to kill

to play our favorite song
Oohh tell me how much you love this fuckin song
Uhh
Haha I know you love this fuckin song
Aahh
Your body like a piece of art
I’m

I'm caught up in His perfect love
There forever is where I reside
Well done faithful servant
That's all I wanna hear
Covered by His blood
Nothin' for me

Ian write a song in a minute
All this shit be off the head
Word for word every sentence
I just let the fans say it
Fuck who don't feel me
Real niggas

You going make me fall in love with your independence
I gotta bag you gotta we both go and get it
We put each other on the throne we ain’t fuckin

debate
Out to elevate the sums
And finds new ways to turn 1 to 8
Lately, I'm the fan favorite
It's love, but it come with hate
Thats to be expected
Put me

and the sea
Mystic Christianity
Isn't something bad for me
But The kabbalistic tree
Is man made obviously
Just a description of energy
Jesus holds the real key

(The sun's shinin')
Loud and clear, bright and early listen!

I don't hate players, I don't love the game
I'm the shot clock way above the game
To be

a blueprint Just know that I stayed with that chopper
And I been eating steak and lobster And I'm living life like a mobster

I'm in love with the cheese, like

its nuttin’ to be proud of 
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust

the code that I live by (by)
So we can't jam if you're a time waster
If you ain't helping me then I see you later

It won't hurt just to keep it real
All

soul to the music
Love of my life
I hope I don't loose it
I watched my dad work hard
With no reward
except a brown paper bag
Man that's some real shit