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yeah little ole me

Wand'ring down that old Country lane
Face kissed by the warm Tennessee rain
Hear that banjo picking through the mist
It's so faint

Walking down the street at midnight
All the stars make this town so bright
I get it you don't wanna talk to me
But will you please?
Wake up

any friends
Cause you're a pathetic little looser
And everybody knows it
They can tell it just by looking at you
People see you and think
Oh look

Seen her walking with a lot of little sheep 
Down a poor little pass on a 4-lane highway 
She could land in Chiquitas in the B-zone 
Locking up the roads

This may get a little bit personal
This may get a little bit hard to know

See I grew up in a very small town
Where you only see cornfields

Yeah
Alot of times we surrounded by enemies who disguise as friends you know
You know you niggas
We just didn't wanna tell it straight to your face

had
'Cause it had been so long, my catalogue was like a ghost town
But now I'm dropping album after album, I can't slow down
My pockets gettin' fat

His Majesty feels
‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals
It’s big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin’ you

to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by

wanna listen to this song?
Do you wanna act like a fool?
Do you wanna be like Lando Commando?
He's gonna get shot by Rambo
This is a little diss song
This

and your luxury cars, throwing your weight around
Trying to keep up with the Joneses by spending cash all over town
Showing off for the ladies, you're always

always doubt
Ugh, why is you so loud? Nigga, please don't make a sound
Doing bullshit for the clout, I'm the topic of the town
I have an album to announce,

Have At It
By Logan Samford

Verse 1:
Yea I bet you're thinkin
You got this one locked in
Little do you know
She'll tear your heart out
And run away

the album i jus smile
And tell em three weeks from now
Release a freestyle, then I'm leavin town
So from here on out ima jus say that it's gon be awhile
You

There's a little corner grocery store
Where Murphy spent most of his sixty four years
There's a dollar hangin' by the door
The first dollar that

need that patty with a lotta cheese
Small town city with the big vibes
Ain't no city that could beat mine
Girls so pretty I don't see nines
All two digis

fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my

Hypnotize

Redman

Lunitik Muzik

1997

clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi 

Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers 
And wonder the cause, 'cause big

I Never Stopped Loving You	Written by Barbara. Blue and Mark Narmore	
Big Bad Blue Music & Oven Music Inc.

A little house east of Pittsburgh town

bad part of town
We see this nigga Rell and he's flaggin' us down
Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin'?"
Then jumped in

you've got time
I'll be away before the sun
Blink your eyes and I'll be gone
A little bat in the big night sky

till they close up shop
Cuz I'm so tired of working all the time
I might need a little burst of sunshine
Tired of wakin' in this big town
Where I walk

going around.
We found a joint that’d make us each a burnt end sandwich by the river at the end of town
She loved to chow down on the deep fried chitlins

wonder wonder

She got raven hair and eyes of brown
a big white stallion who´s taking her down
every once a year in the early spring 
she visit the  little