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Would look down on me And frown! I could say that I hate you if I try, But I've got to say that I love you, 'Cause it's February the twenty second
shak-a-lak boom That's the sound of the twenty gauge Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage You never even hear of this I'm taking care
They always said that hindsight's twenty-twenty And when it comes to mistakes in love girl I've got plenty But the one that sticks out the most in
and someone else's friend But nine grows into big boys' pants and then to scars and pain Twenty's fast and hard as nails but doesn't come again There's
your train roll by? Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five. At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
wit' the nasty mouth," and kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh, boy, yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin' pounds more I take
Darling darling have you seen us Just tryin' to find one hour in twenty four twenty four To dedicate to the love between us Before one of us is up
never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline (Uuuh, uuuh uuuh uuh) I was made of poison and blood
chop, chop, chop, yeah (Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit) I got twenty-five rolled up on my dresser Twenty-five bad ones in the function, can I
for no fucking fame Motherfucking legend You know what I'm repping Twenty million, twenty years ago Cuh, you was like seven You ain't gotta like
on the Dinnub Twenty gang, for life, all my niggas locked down Know I got em' right Its a new game, Its a new day We even got homies in Akron and OK-C
empowering women, children I've talked about a lot of things What do I talk about this time? I've covered a lot in my twenty years And I've uncovered a lot
neck look) I tell my bitch to get dressed up (out that on) But I keep the same shit on, new twenty bands and a fresh cut Remember when I told Black
do it down south Slow rollin', takin' our sweet time Twenty miles an hour feels just right Slow rollin', easy spinnin' them tires So everybody
Twenty five in twenty ten Never going back again Other side of a locked door Thirty nine in twenty four The days were long When we were young
Running in the grass I felt it Twenty times a day Breathless Running in the grass I felt it Twenty times a day Legless You cut me down
another twenty cent goodbye I found a pay phone and it's busted another broken hearted fool but still I pick up the receiver my lips are touching someone's
Twenty cities have past me by Keep finding treasures I don't want to find But I've stolen and I've crossed the line And I want you I want you Twenty
with me on my path to self destruction We go twenty-four seven till we're six feet deep Head in the clouds but our heart's concrete Burn the whole
And raised most tenderly Till I became a sporting blade at The age of twenty three My character was taken and I was sent to jail My friends and parents tried
when I'm back in the studio Mac ain't make it to twenty-seven Pac ain't make it to twenty-six Big' ain't make it to twenty-five It's only right that
it up when things grow old All I have in this world is my heart and my soul Lay my life down for it 'cause they both made of gold Twenty
grow old All I have in this world is my heart and my soul Lay my life down for it 'cause they both made of gold Twenty-four karats, twenty
the studio Mac ain't make it to twenty-seven Pac ain't make it to twenty-six Big' ain't make it to twenty-five It's only right that I gotta get rich Cut
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