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*Song: FIRE DOWN DEY GO*
*Artiste: J-Willies*

*Intro: Go Dey Fire Down Dey go X3*
             *She dey Burst ma Head oo*
              *Who be

I can't really tell you what I am doing
Just trying to make sense of these thoughts that are stewing
I've got all of these ideas in my head that are

fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought

with my men
The way I switch about
No bbl when his ass is out

If he ain't generous
Like a Jenner then I Kris his Co
I'm daddy but I'm momager on the low

out of state
EZ dirty the snapple and poured me a drink
She like hanging with members cause she feel safe
And we staying active, bottles by the case
She

came
But it’s legal, no upheavals, was a great damn thing
I’m living at my best when I stay outta trouble
Try to make the best example and lay out

funky
Sell it by the bud, pockets stuffed looking chunky
I don't play about my money, about my money I don't play
I been trapping all my life, you just

Put verniers on her head, yeah
She gotta floss

He say "Hi!"s water is made by G
My water get made by Eliantte
Broke ass bitch, stay out my face
I'm too

You know what time it is...
J A M S The Smoothest out  the midwest
312 to the 206
Aye aye

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust (I dont

the 7th time by USA
A thousand men get suited up with white sunglasses on their face
What a way I see it play out on the TV news today
The masters

the seventh time by U.S.A
A thousand Men get suited up with white sunglasses on their face
What a way I see it play out on the TV news today
The masters

deep
I show your face then you hate me
You hold me up and break me
I hold my head to the sky, I can't let my niggas die
Hold up
This one goes out to my

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring

They gone name a solar system after me actually 
You see my alkaloids reacting to the smoke 
Mary ain't a joke 
Some of my friends too young to know

they tryna cheat with cliff notezzz
Sleep off the lean but you claiming you been woke
Baby by barbie like kin but he kinfolk
J's on big stepper I don't

Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel 
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell

I just wanna get high again
Not

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

Big Brother

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

serous
Making my appearance
Fucking on your period
And it's fucking scary
Ah
You better run
Bloody Mary
I'ma get by
Hit 'em with the Tek Nine
Better quit

The Fatha Figure

Snoop Dogg, JT the Bigga Figga

Heat [1997]

gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with

girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty

Make me a bird, 
So I can Fly Away
Gave me links
Oh thank you Mary J
Hit the spliff and reminisced
You Said it made you think
Give thanks

Oh man! I

The Beast

Fugees

The Score

1996

registration
"WHERE THE FUCK" do I work
"WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation
Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now

the door
Wish on 3 hail Mary's
I'm coming for your soul
Fuck the fame fuck the money
I need another body
This one too weak for my plan
It's dying on me
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