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song, life sucks
Stomping on someone, with my bloods
And I'll put it off, if we modest
And every other god need a goddess
And every other star, couldn't

Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga

"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"

No, but i i'm

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

Tacs (Tic Tac)

They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"
No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin' a movie
I'm wearing no Nike, I'm rockin' that Gucci

Hell no
We're the blood and guts human race, and we win!

You know that it's right
So we just gotta fight
Yeah, we're all hanging on by a thread

for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's

people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in

and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'

the
Afternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by

Down by the motion
Down by the girl
Down into let go of me
I don't ever hurt
We shadow down
We shadow down
By the water land


Baby don't move it

a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers

Confession arms a wake
Mine, mine you were always mine
Possessed by my taste

And below the angel dog
Combs her hair and sings her psalms
The bombs go off
She

By the shore of gitche gumee
By the shining big-sea-water
At the doorway of the wigwam
In the early summer morning

Hiawatha stood and waited
All

Story by Pete Seeger
traditional African music arranged by Rev. HCN Williams and JN Maselwa

Chorus:
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo,

of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast

screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream

So they looking for me they don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have

I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five

High
We was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies
Of their young lives i never did cry
And even though I had pain in my heart
I was hopeless

Don't move she puts her ear on my breast and
Listens satisfied with my heartbeat
She starts to rise
But her eye is caught by my ruby
Earrings glistening

They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

next court date
I better catch amnesia then do
This shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas