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Gangsta Vocabulary

Threat

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
The lyrical composition has been composed by and written
Spitten, created for

powder
As my bankroll gettin bigger, it's like my weed keep getting louder, huh
She ain't had none, she in love with over some flowers
Oh you think this

focus fashion forward, in tune with matching accessories
Jeweler cut the stones while the golden karats embellishing
Honing in on bezels that stir up

the garden 
Go ahead colour em in 
Let the butterfly sing
While the flowers all drink.
Sun bright golden happening
Love takes us underneath
While the trees

3000 or 3005
When I decide to be childish
Too focused on Pink Matter, Too focused on damn flowers
Too focused on Cleo in the pyramids
Makes me forget my

Its aëreal hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view

Like a rose embower'd
In its own green leaves
By warm winds deflower'd
Till

high I'm an animal so Peta can
Try to save me but you know that there's no use
I'm in first place bitch I need a gold booth
The way I chef it up you

petals golden
Come on, come on, come on
Let the world smell your perfume
The snow is overwhelming
Don't know when this is ending
When it does, you know

to fight them
I'm coming with that pure enlightenment
I could make a soul ascend or knock them over like bowling pins
But I'm a golden king
So I uplift

I'm gonna pray gonna pray you're forever by my side

Baby, have you found
If you turn back time
Would you take a flower that fell
I don't wanna lay

with my grandma in Puerto Rico
Where I proceed to download another language
By the age of three I learned and forgot multiple languages,
forgot who my

Can't buy you every single flower
Can't do a lot of things
But when it matters most
Really, really matters most
I will always stand by your side
With

love, I cannot lie
Call you pretty even when you cry
Golden eyes that I would die
For, over and over and over

Run in the city, got wet from the rain
Hair

love you baby we come from the same ghettos
And the same suburbs with flower pedals stained yellow
I pull up in street wear to prepare for moments we

the castle
Used to have a Motorola then I bought an Apple
You in love with the city
I like roads of gravel
Getting lost in your thoughts
Only half the battle

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
From the seas and the streams
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid in their noonday dreams

Built This City

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

on the mural
(That's Harlem) In this apple of mine is rhyme
Clap up your shines, pop shots that will crack up your minds
And cop rocks and cook that crack up

Rêveries érotiques.

Delicate always by daylight,
Golden cross on soft skin stich,
Unmarked on her thin foil pricks,
As a curious couple -they walk slowly-

Walk-in
Riot
Talking that smack
Run it back
Can I, kick it, spit it, dig it golden, ticket
Back
Pose, pick it bitches, livid
Fake it? I live it, live it,

the pussy got power
But I can only watch you for the hours
The only time I just bring you the flowers
Like when I found out your name's golden hour
I wanna

I'm just waiting on myself to figure out my life
If I ain't a millionaire by 22 then am I living right
Always try to see the flowers like I'm Van

gone
The rest of the weeds in the bong
I let that shit rip and it's on
Homie come on don't look so surprised
You could tell that I'm high by the look in

try and look for me!
For me
So don't try and look for me
For me
So don't try and look for me
Matrix in the golden range
Straight lift in the soulless

never happened

The day of today is one I see in tones of beige and green
With apples and tomatoes slowly decaying in the shiny kitchen bowls
I got