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loving me 

I cannot give you my time nomo 

Mane the way she be f****** me 

I think this b**** playin mind control 

Real fly s***

She ‘gon be my

Nitty-Nasty Girl 
Okay, these lyrics were so completely wrong, I had to just correct the whole thing, so here are the REAL lyrics. 

Do it.

destroyed their home in the after life
Deemed as demons claiming mars as their own
Corrupting through the physical spirit realms that are sewn
Life is a bitch

the neck up
All I need for the distraction by the time you lift your head up
She got ruger to your yapper and all the riders in here tec’d up
See I do

say u are rich
Team big dream big
Bigger than the sea
Turn your way pon de God Almighty ii

A we dem wola priiya
Nafa never real ya
No fear mi ball way

But they don't keep one thing for real 
Everything's fiction
But I'll show you I'm an addiction
Yeah

I couldn't do this shit without taking that spliff

be damaged?[01:44.03]But it's hard to see when you're blind[01:49.55]By the glare of fluorescent lights[01:52.72]And stares of the teenage

(What do you desire?)
Yeah, yeah (Bitch, you fucked me up with this one)
Turn me up, bird business
Double R, they with me (Bitch, haha, yeah, uh)
Who

telling you
If I never did music, I don’t know where I would be
Probably overwhelmed by my own anxiety
Honestly, although I performed before and spat some

I sees you Ilya
Just random shit you say at the beginning of a track
Nits are out here picking at your boy (Bro)
This the face I make when I’m

like parking the bus
Bare tools in the shed none are sharper than us
Gang ties in my team like they're part of my tux
Don't shed light when you don't

Keep Ya Heads Up

Ya Baby! String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute to Tupac

2005

the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooh child things are gonna get

She strapped me in the car took me to the hospital
The doctor ordered a CAT scan
They put me in, real tight, so I felt claustrophobic
All to tell me

fucked up, smokin' on that sticky
Yeah, I'm from the O, but my fam Windy City
R.I.P to a real one, it ain't too many
I don't want a dime bitch, I want

not certain you can see with just a pair of eyes
Open up, it's easier received with a terrored mind
Let me get yours, I'm scared of mine
To be real, I'm

fought
By the gods and it's rife
No drive by's, no knives
Street niggas fist fight

Punchlines hit a nigga
Hard till his brain died
Now that's a real rap

way
Don't need ID what you know bout face
Work real hard
What you know bout cake
Got black trucks picking me up from my place
Need cash now I don't know

I'm inviting you into my mind
I'm sorry if I'm wasting my time
Even when I'm straightened up
I always feel out of line
I never feel I'm accepted
I

extend
That money you made by selling out them
Then you get caught this part isn't fun
Caught snatching the fees at seven to one
Seven million to you

One day each person will feel seen
We'll live and let live instead of kill
And people'll feel, well, real
Comfortable in they identity
Because inside

real with you
Cus iv been through too much for me to not be here sincere and true
My character was tested and my faith was in the dirt
And yeah it hurt

So, the thing about infatuation as I understand it
Is it can be replaced by another
Like, you're infatuated with this guy or gal
And then, somebody

a feeling y'all bosslife
Shoutout to all the real bosses in the game
Those who see the sun and the moon at the same time
And one time for my true playaz

milkshake of choice, the menus so vast
It's the best way to blow all your cash

But the decorations are weird, is this place even real?
Or is this a setup by