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love you day and night
(Yeah, yeah)
Day and night I go dey by your side
Let me be the one wey go call you my bride
Osama bin laden she dey blow up my

Dodging you
But I'm bad at it
I'm a crack addict
To my bad habit
You a bad habit
You my bad habit
Yo
Yeah
Real nigga role call
Left my love at the door
I

on track so I can't be beat
No discounts ima need it all
Shoot me text ain't no need to call
I got that base like a speaker dog
This shit be louder than

to your bitch in the summer
Dirty designer might move it in hundreds
Wash it off in launder
Messing my jewelry, My movie they harm us
Watch your back from

bound by time
I hope one day it's peace we find & once again I'll hold you close
& I know I let you go but I hope you know that I still love you so
That I

that maybe
Matter fact its for sure
Even if you feed his hand
Leave you stankin' like a sewer
Move yo legs graceful
99 For yo moves
If you call a play

the fuck she grew so quick?
Hey, oh I see, she got some red over knees
That's her world, I cannot see
Heart so cold, we start to freeze 
Lies are told, its

Cars and hoes they showing
Can tell by how I’m rolling
All my flows I’ll keep it going
I’m taking Tylenol
Just to solve my problem
You don’t know how

the fuck Lil mavo cold but he gon slide with fire
Like how I'm smoking by my fucking self and lose the lighter
Mavo mavo made it out the struggle he is

me how sympathetic I be
But no matter what bae you're my everything
Even the vibe you feel, I think it's jut a summer fling
But could you just do

I could shine
Hard to play
All the mini D car
Had to play the summer circuit
Never learned what world was

Hang 'em high mate
By the tree down

got her summer body on a lean diet
All that ass you got, it ain't bought let me get behind it
Bench side, sideline hating getting senile
Then you cross

the summer, now it's winter, time to stack and fall back and get some money.

it's on sight
Might have to up shit when I see him, face to face like Skype
It's never beef these niggas pussy, all
they gon' do is type
Like though I'm

the gutter 

I Keep it real so we can see your true colors.

True colours

Straight murder on the beat 

Burn all the rubber 

No mur mur 

U a fake gunner

I'm dipping in the range
Or the booty of a model While I'm hitting it with that thang
I can see myself fucking you in my mansion We bout that money so

Menace like I'm A-Wax, sellin Caine' by the O, Dawg
12 hit the spot, I'm out the window, that's a close call
I make more in a year than your career pay

the breaking of bread. 
'Heart of my own heart, whatever befall',
though the darkness may hide thee, still harken my call.
Love of my summer and love of my fall,

pop white bitches, call me the crackerjack

Will I leave or shall I stay
Could go now but just not today
And maybe ill stand by the bay
With

breath
For down in the valley
Near the waterfall
We are united by a karri
Rising, straight and tall

The Bad Boyz

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

man we touch by ??
Lord dem a come, Lord dem a come
So dem have dem gone but me ah 'ave none
Me take off on di foot and me started to run
but when me

sign 
Damn right ima shine
Get mine get on 
Cant spend another summer where we aint on 
Shortie get to twerkin when they play my song 
If it feel so good

I Thought That's Who I Was

Bobby Pinson

Man Like Me

2005

time futures
Small town paper said we had it all

Chorus:
Up until the night me and Billy Joe drank way too much for Blue Buck Road
"born to be wild"

of you
Where I'm from we say waddup doe
And do what it do
He say he want the paint to show you
You can do it too
It's always rare when I'm in a good mood