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you cold) You know the television man said It's 'bout 20 below why won't you budge (Why won't you budge) or talk to me from afar But as soon as I spoke
where I cry It's in the corner It's out of order I'm twenty-five, goin on forty-five Goin on ninety-nine, goin on dead Blink twice, you'll miss
(I do it) Blood sweat tears Ace Hood (I do it) Uh! Another day, another dollar Every twenty four I'm thinking money in the power Bills due, money
(Come on) My twenty-fourth birthday, the day I was inscribed With the sacred emblem I will wear until I die My twenty-fourth birthday, I made my
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty first century schizoid man Blood rack barbed wire
to lose you like an argument Fuck beef and everybody who started it Walk in to the bar and they card the kid Good (good), 'cause I'm twenty-five, but I only
Twenty five years of social research It's the age of the insect man Who pushes buttons and takes back the can It's the age of the Micro Man Who sees
izzat. I'm still one of a kind, win they war with me? Killed twenty-two (22.) MCs, Them wanna make it twenty-three (23!). [FROST/ZUZ CHORUS]
Twelve stitches in sixteen rows Two inches overpacking on number ten needles Cast one hundred twenty one stitches And knit one, purl one, repeat
they'll be gone away) On to another place Pretty soon I'll be gone Twenty-sum odd years of calling God on this mobile phone If it wasn't for my life
called her Miss Piggy Top her with some (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties) Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with So
a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strips all doin' 20 a day I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs
on my shoulders For 20 years and look at me now I've got something to say About the last 12 months I've lived I'm not the same kid I was when I was
Twenty dollars before the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket
to the mall and tear down the inside In that Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather (leather) Burberry's cool, Coogi sweater (sweater) Twenty-inches, pop my feather
the same thang Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood Since I had a one yolla
the books, no doubt, medical ones especially My 20's were a brawl, my 30's were a blur My 40's, I'm not so sure, but I'mma make 'em purr My 20's were
need But you won't need much baby If you'll just listen to me When your bloodshot eyes see my Twenty-dollar tie Put my hand in my pocket
can't win Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six guns,
Now young bitches got it goin' on and here's a new thing, She looks of twenty-one, but she's under eighteen, Now picture a man with a plan, what's
Twenty five years of social research It's the age of the insect man Who pushes buttons and takes back the can It's the age of the Micro Man Who sees
When I was six I didn't think I'd ever see Twenty-three Now I'd give anything just to recall anything from Twenty-three By the time I'm thirty I
want to know you Another twenty cent goodbye I found a pay phone And it's busted Another broken hearted fool But, still, I pick up the receiver
a dive When I was ten, I walked again When I was fifteen, I kept my motor clean When I was twenty, I got plenty When I was twenty-five... When I was
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