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enter bus I dey go ojuelegba 
cnd before me reach the turning a military man dey flog a civilian
Na true say na democrazy we dey 
Cause things are getting

And only speak Arabic
They stayed where they was
They would be killed by Assad
But the trouble and the struggle
Is fulfilling to God

Can't find work because

for peace
As you pay your water bill, think of others
Those who are nursed by clouds
As you return home, to your home
Think of others
Do not forget

and Bendy
Are probably trendy
I'm not gonna send them a gift
I'm Saint Nixin' the cryptids
And kickin' the
Miserable children right off of the list
I just

shits shit
I got bills bills bills, what can I still shill
Wine, smokes, sneakers, cars, books, hoodies, dreams
Pills, pills, pills

Wheres my Scottie

Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'

Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,

I deliver the bomb threat
Send an unreleased version of my CD to Congress
Alert the United States where you can see me and find this
There's no

run
I paint your whole cinnabon
It's a lot of money in this world
I'm tryin' to go get a bunch
Look, warlocks, we keep a broom
I only ran from afternoon

drinks I see in the rr
I got a lawyer turn a murder to an r and r
Shit, holy water quenching ma thirst
Been a long time since grandma
Send me to church

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life [Clean]

1999

the player you wanna bust wit
Or nigga you don't even wanna go fuck wit
Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone

It's All About the Benjamins

Tesca All-Stars

Hip Hop Supreme: Re-Worked Classics

1999

getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What?

to conquor
I wasn't educated at cambridge
Not into pretend folk
I wasn't endorsed by queen victoria 
Nor do I fall to your king on sunday
Me know the first day

killed a civilian
2nd time i killed a cop, called by a witness
guess i was actin too Blacc, outside of that building
3rd time i sent the 1st crakkker momma

send
So forget my friends
No rest for the wicked
Every opportunity 
Is slipping through the wickets
Calling out for answers
All I hear is fucking

doorstep more
Yeah
But who the fuck are you to tell me what to do when all you seek is dollar bills
Not for pleasure sniffing around like a whore
I was gonna

amazing
An' don't get misled
By my Caucasian persuasion
Cause without hesitation
I send metal casin's
Flyin' from this click-clack
As I get off on the kick

me for
By the time my lip is sore
Not the Film
But the comics gorr
Now I'm gone
Living happy and long
You are gone
Better than chilling sad in a thong

(Drug it)
I ain't never been gang and you claim to be thugging
(Rubbish!) Give me the pen, I go wild
Put away your wife and hide the child
Take your

go away without a gift
Please accept some of these juicy mangoes,
and take them with you to your palace.
Every year,
I will send some of these sweet

fuck with the life that I have, it's good
But I'm comin' for the type with the platinum
Plaques, awards, and fans, and tours
Makin' noise where I go like

a coincidence
Like feeling guilt stricken by your innocence
In a sense im livin in my second childhood
Don't pay a lick of rent, where I eat, sleep
And shit

resolving by truce
Are you gon send up your armies
Or maybe round up your troops
Or have a little bit of courage
Cause i'm talking to you
I don't follow no

Stop and ask, am I not your fellow man?
Born and raised on the streets where America's first motors ran
Same streets where race riots and innocent

how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling
This coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist
And at the same