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intense 

Area's dense with the flow from the sentence 

Engine powered by five hundred horses 

Press by a threat of joint forces 

For emcee's who spit

can't be lacking in the street 
Man can't be lacking in the streets 

cnd I do it for my team
Starpham TCG 
When things got real
They always stood by me

on my last when I ride around
I used to hate class I'll learn by myself
I used break dance happy man that's how I felt
I used to pop & lock powers moves

man that bitin is old
Closet door all you gone do is fold
Stick to the script
Man I live by the code
Pay that lil ho like I'm payin a toll
Christmas

Knife Kid on the beat
Off-white ski, no, this ain't no go-yard
Leave yo ass swimming with the fish by the boatyard
Dead man, hitting ain't got these

can't help it
I mean, I mean, just, just, just look at these other yards, man
Their nothing like mine
My Turf Type All Elite
KBG under feet
My place, my

can't help it
I mean, I mean, just, just, just look at these other yards, man
Their nothing like mine
My Turf Type All Elite
KBG under feet
My place, my

out to a line of hungry, loud birds
He doesn't have to say a word, this man's love is my whole world

Making a list two yards long of advice you gave me

Well sittin' in the back yard 
Strummin' on a guitar 
He wants to strike it rich
But he don't wanna work hard
They offered him a job and it sounds

Trading love for whiskey
It's the loneliest of sins
I check my car for smokes
Surrounded by red lights again

Kill, kill the cops
One, revenge is

sleeping in a hostel dorm
But I used to be a welder by trade
Used to work by the water where the ships get made
But no ship yard will take me now
Hands

We say things like y'all come back now
Gotta four by four in the front yard broke down
We keep it simple in the middle class
Busch Light buzz on,

Every day no different than the last
And the days keep slippin' by just like a fault line
And if this keeps up I'm sure I'm gonna crash
And the old man

I Think They Like Me [Remix]

Jermaine Dupri

Young, Fly & Flashy, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like

Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out

me set the world straight
Fuck the hate, man you actin' fake
Walkin around like you somebody
Let me catch you in my path
You little mark, why you

I'm passed out blackout in the front yard I'm Telling you to leave
Well, I don't want your apologies or your Fucking sympathy
I should've listened

Verbally jig you with the banger
Then I pass the knife
Right to my man because he always in position
To split you like it's division
Deliver with

Breakdancin' in the mess hall, put the knives up (ah)
Where CO Kennedy at? I might wife her
Hold hands on the rec yard, I'll be home soon
Came through,

any light.
But I don't want to kill him in a dream,
He'll get up before he dies.
The fence – one jump,
I'm in the yard,
And now I see The Man,
But he

And fightin' off them summer blues
Guess the year flew by
Now it's Christmas time with you

There's a crow talkin' up a storm
On a pine tree in the yard
He's

the face, you know, whole nine yards
And she said, "Listen, men don't talk like that, boys do, and I'm raising you to be a man"
And of course she was right

man
Blood shot eyes high behind Ray-Bans
Keep fye on both sides
By both hands
Homicide by drive bys
So you niggas playin
I know it's hard for you

God why you put my brother in a grave yard
Killers up the road an they put Johnny in a state yard
They say he need a straight jacket
These niggas