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Too below me I can't fuck with you 'cause seven ate nine (It's a joke)
It's ya right to have a baby, but just know it ain't mine (No!)
No I

call the blues “the blues”
And how they’re gonna do it if they really don’t want to dance
And where was the beef?  There was never any beef to lose!

the back
They should call it the cat-mobile
Everybody's worried about a deal
But I keep it real
Fucking around and I hit you in the crown
With an inevitable

You better be to work on time
You better have ya checklist ready
Better be prepared for whatever
I shared money and my time
Umbrella in bad weather

'll lose your feet
Shoot for P's I'm out for stacks
I ain't bothered with music beef
I got brothers Who backin me
I don't need to call
Any opposition Can get

road
What do I call my own and how much more do I owe
Been thinking about the stars
They could be dead by now
Been thinking about parking this car
Radio

radio cause I’m on all the stations
- As time pass by you’ve shown so many faces
- we both messed up , if I’m not mistaken
- I won’t stress it , Calling

Games

Frankie Cutlass

Politics & Bullshit

1997

cause I have to in the Big Apple 

Many niggas try to cap you, for nothin' 

Niggas be frontin' for fame they don't know the game 

All they want

you gotta be bold
That’s what I do, I do it anyway that I like
Anytime when I grab and step up to the mic
Ima the best in the west they don’t call me

my home
Where my new roots have grown
You're all a part of me
Oh I don't want to leave
You brush it off with ease
Loving eccentricities
Still here

so much time inside a classroom so boring
Feels like my clipped wings have been regrown, I'm soaring
I know you are ready to go, so am I
Time for all

feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
The world is yours, money, now (find those detonators!)

felons and I stay stich-lip
Best believe I ain't telling Twinkie Bands fat
Strollie, yeah, I did it by myself
And you ain't no hood trophy if you ain't put

and grab you through the console
If you once more call me an asshole
My mama a hoe? yours is more-so
Beat you so bad you have to speak in Morse-Code
Ooh,

you like, have you home by two
You say you got a friend, she a home vibe too
Call a couple of your friends, I could call my crew
How I'm nice with my

Fill up yo champagne glass 
A toast to the life I don’t take a damn thang back 
Been through up and some downs but you can’t change past 
N these

Under the mist of moonlight, she calls out my name
Come here good boy you have the soul that I want to claim

Her eyes glow in the dark
And they're

we don't wanna wait
So put on your radio
Or call me from the road
Take a trip to my arms
You can meet me in ozona
I can't wait to hold ya
Well enjoy

And the life within
I'm looking through the window
I feel the wind in my face
And the dark therein
You may have broken my heart
And now your song's playing

Have you been lost in searchin'
Cuz I've been wonderin' if it's worth it, but everything I've done's been workin'
Tell me why I've been searchin', I

I was ten years old in the year, nineteen sixty-one
I spend the time with grandma, during some summer nights
We don´t have a radio, and we don´t have

that have ears to hear
So don't you waste my time because salvation is near

When I am versatile
Mi play di reggae music all the while
And let dem know

that you might just miss it
Don't call me aspiring that's quite dismissive
Especially when my resume is quite extensive
In a business where talent gets

the cash
A group of Jellyfish is called a 'Smack'
A safety helmet was the purpose
Of the Bowler Hat
You don't feel pain if you're
A naked mole rat
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