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(Hit-Boy)

Okay, I seen a lot
Runnin' in and out of granny house
Uncle bummin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock
Hit it right there in

the feds
But watch like a pencil
Leave you for the lead
I'm crazy my nigga
And I'm not on my meds
Flip over the cards
And I got a full house
If you look like

means you get
Your yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief

[VALJEAN]
I stole a loaf of bread.

[JAVERT]
You robbed a house.

[VALJEAN]
I broke a window

like a zip of the flower
She, hit my phone, want me pull up in an hour
If you want the dick you gotta pay me by the hour
Fan girl, no Chum Chum, she eat

If I make you cry
Would you wanna die
Or stay by my side
Cause I need to know
Are you gonna ride
Are you gonna lie
Then leave me for fame
Just let me

it feels
I’m closing up your chapter
but I’m not
Not prepared
To let you go
Too much stories left untold
So I keep you in my
Yellow note book in this

at your house bustin' in an underage pillow
And you don't even hydrate, your piss is yellow
This is the real deal, hoe no dewo
I'm collecting all

witness
Talking to baby girl and she was like, "Hello"
Said, I'm a mellow fellow, exuding yellow
My aura so bright, like diamonds
With no watch, but I'm

the dungeons with the dragonsyeah

There’s no mountain I can’t climb
No fight to kill my fight
No truth is out of my lies
The truth inside of my mouth
Flying by

you
You not on the field, you be in the house by curfew
Niggas don't fuck with me, thought it would be worse news
Have the money right or my associates

a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.

Used to love his neighborhood cause mine was no good
Used to build forts out behind his house in the woods
Little hideouts from my life back

nose not quite straight

Small fokken house on the wrong side of town, never ever up, mostly fokken down
No fancy labels, no nice swimming pool, no mom

conquered, divided
Designed by the tyrants
And some try to justify silence
Cowards attacking elderly innocent
Bystanders filming it
Some close the doors

chrome
Thick yellow bones in the zone
Living life on your own
And the Lord's chilling watching
Man trust himself while we all sinning
We front like we

dousing niggas
Say they players in the game, I'm raining out them niggas
Rain pouring by the ounce on niggas. Give a fuck about them niggas
Rick James fuck

greenery all around."

- *پیو دا ویہڑا بھریا ہونا*
"The father's house was filled."

- *دید سی تے رکھ رکھاوا*
"Respect and honor were upheld."

- *آجا بی بی

spring chicken this is ours
In these hours, I devour the sorrows of lady friends 
Let's take a chance and get cleansed by daily sins
I'm a sinister man,

Hennesy 
Freeride in the house 
Busta Ass 

Outlawz 
 
Outlawz hooked up with that nigga Bad Azz 
Makin' cash, motherfucker 
 
See them

decorating like a maniac in wet weather

The nomad has come to kill in pill yellow
Restore some order and let the dust settle

We hit em upside on black Friday

Too cold to call it summer anymore
They took down all the yellow lights at Market Street and 4th
I left the plastic furniture you put out in

Down South

Mista Madd

Can I Live? [Clean]

2000

[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

so street wise with glazed over eyes, full of holes and your mouth, open
wide, yellow tape and white chalk

The block's hot, the kids in shock,  kids

Down South

Mista Madd

Can I Live?

2000

Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do