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Alright son? (No mum)
What you up to?
(I'm with the guys mum like what do you
Want why do you keep phoning me?)
Just phoning to see how you are

the reign am gonna imitate snow

Back with a boombox
Like a young Bob Marley I really got the key and the new locks
Leasing the tunes off, same time I

around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast'll

criminals best stop
Putting out messed up stuff, so I help bob
Heads to the rhythm too, this music that gets slept on
Anyways, I digress, I'll soon take

best kept secret filling in
The void that's missing no worrying again
Turn up the volume and bob your head
Coldest in the race on tracks I bobsled
You

when they used to call me a chum
I used to be a bum
Sittin' by my self at lunch (heh)
And now I'm busy out here havin' my fun
Met a girl like Rosalina

Truly Yours

Kool G Rap

Road to the Riches

1989

in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I

the guys
Why am I complaints in the sky
I feel the way and
I'm Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin' and
Spinnin again till the feeling

You know we da bomb 
So Tom had to deploy us
We been coming out to play 
Cause we some warriors 

Mentality inspired by tech
Bullets flying in 3D 
Time

that Make me Hoppin' Bob
I'm goin' up not even Embiid can Block the lob
Poolside chillin' or killin' time at the Promenade
Devastated when Katrina hit

Ice all up on me im glidin and shit
Rollie two tone gold and silver is mixed
Watch out for my glock it aint owned by a jit
Bustas be hating i dont give

[Verse 1]
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
would you have been a little angel? or an angel of sin?
tom-boy running around,

Crystal Clear

Royce da 5'9"

Lucky 7

by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey

I'm more of a
c lights halfway kind of guy, myself
cye, I see that
I see that
Yanawmsayin
Hey, hi
Know that I'm a gentleman
You could keep on lookin'

in every family is your brother
Not just your own family
By costa nostra laws
So you become a fucking power
Just the mere fact that you're a main guy

times
Internal crime done by the same
Guys we trust our lives pray for demise
I’m painting, let me do my thing
No time for? I’m seventeen
Bumping they

brothers, sticked up don't try to provoke us
Know how shit go niggas pussy and kitten with whiskers, never lead by no action just posers
Ready for war when I

cypher with the guys we smoking pasto
Niggas call me skinny Spanish bitches call me flaco 
Brand new glizzy on me ima stuff that bitch with hollows 
I been

on the table by the game chair
Have a great night 
Dream about me (I love you have a great night)

(Girl) You give me wings I could fly
You put the song in my

and drop with her body 
Rockin Vlone like Asap Bari 
Sheet and the funnel I feel like Bob Marley
Roll with the chop like we pulled up in Harleys 
Hop out

in a world 
Just to get by
Then I heard that you was bi 
And you wanted to see other girls 
No more guys 
Tired of em 
But what the fuck I do to you?

Written by: Bob Curiano


(Marc & Michael)
After what I said I'm sorry
Can't believe I said we're through
Don't know what got into me girl
Guess I'm just

time for your bro
But you got time for these hoes, oh no (Okay)
Yeah, I'm the guy on the camera
I've got the craziest flows (They're crazy)
The name is

that I'm servin
You see how I handle my wrist
Put the coupe on the e way doing 150 gotta be swerving n shit
I gotta pay ties I be with the mobThe guys