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Hella fast
Pussy money, weed
I'ma need all that

155, swerving by, ain't been high before
She taking lines, tryna die
Can't get up off the floor
These

Dry those tears up baby
I can't leave my lady
All by yourself tonight I know You can't be everywhere I go
When I come home
I'ma make you go
Tweet

Wrist work wizard of oz
Tell ya friend to tell a friend
I can give you a job.
Imma boss nigga
Cost a few racks just swing my pen
Double up the cost
We

wit it
You can change your entire outcome wit it
Turn your mourning into joy, have some fun wit it
This is God's gift to man, what you done wit it

Now

Snap a picture before the wind changes and I change my mind
I feel so fine with you by my side
And shake i every time I let you know you've made my

Blocking em
Shocking em
Mocking em
Socking em
Stomping em
Dropping em
I'm fighting these hittas
They pull up on me
Imma knock em out like a light
Shattering

Howdy, George and Mr. fink
Just wondering what you think
About workers' rights and freedom to all people
And Jesus, where you at
Thought by now that

me by, these times won't last
I need to look to the future but I'm stuck in the past

or silverware
Just give me a box of nuggets, I'll be there
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Some say it's unhealthy
But I don't care
With you by my side
Life's a never-ending

string cheese
Get tough roll up them shirt sleeves
Interrupt, drop a fresh new rhyme please
Pull start or kick start
Set the choke
Gotta give it gas
Before

now, my head pounds: rattling RAT-TAT-TAT-TA~

Don’t you show me a NONSENSE made of the words you heard
from some absurd, unfounded beliefs.
See that

sacred,
Though some have tried to pierce the skin
My eyes are tainted,
The sight of her lives in my vision

I'll give in...

La da dee, la da da
La da dee,

all of the reasons,
You make it a fucking destination to be in every war,
You give billions to other nations while our veterans are ignored,
They've

a loss
I just do this one take, I don't need to floss
I'm just showing off
Gotta give that boy props cuz he going off
Big boss lotta sauce like Ross

rather not be alone,
Give me some kind of sign,
I won't make it here on my own,

I'll be your archangel,
I'll build you a tower of Babel,
I'll be your one

Let it Show
Written by Sean C. Harrison © Mar 12, 2004
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Is it true? Some say love has gone,
From this place we call our home,
Feels that way; feels

you got yo own business
Three times cus you made it out the trenches
Four times for the Four times
She drive me crazy but don't crash the whip
I know

They shot a satellite into the sky
Sometimes at night you see it racing by
It put a mirror in the stratosphere
Reflecting waves from their base

a young and strong in Vietnam.

Over fifty years and he can't forget,
The things he saw, and things he did.
He came home, but some they can't, 
They're gone

And still I learn and so I yearn 
To be a better man when I return 
Strong and wise know beauty divine 
When Solomon's Temple I do find 

I'll give a sign,

single night grinding at Santa's workshop
Old Saint Nick gonna give me that gumdrop
Chestnuts roasting
Champagne toasting
It's Christmas Eve and yeah we're

But don't you have to worry
Am not in any hurry
I can wait for you for ages
Talk to you with some pages
Just give me your assurance
That you'll be your

breaking
Hearts, minds or your will to live
They just don't have any compassion
The short end of that stick is all they give

I hope one day they call me

at tellys
Some niggas call him Kaykay but that's my dawg so I call him kelli
Whoo
Bitch I don't care
And I'm out here by myself
Don't need no help
If five