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a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves at
Was only seven

Return of the Funky Man

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten

when I hit the notes I shit on foes no Biggie

You trying to cast the first stone
Throwing rocks at the sun of God
But I ain’t the one who died for your

child[01:09.03]Lookin down on em thinking that ya better than them[01:10.86]Driving by, shaking your head on the way to the gym[01:12.76]You never thought for

give out peice but I also keep a piece
Tryna stack up dis paper man tryna stack these leaves
Aye, bad bitch bad bitch
No you ain't savage savage
Gettin

my business in the streets
Wasn't no room in the inn for baby Jesus
Ain't no room in the industry for me
That Instagram model, you follow, she fucks

me but I float
Try to drown me but I float
Try to drown me but I
Do dis shit all by myself I don't care if You like it or Not
Cause either way they

Ain't about nothing no ill intention no kind of mention with names
Just here to gain on a pension other than working forever in pain
Higher

about your praying, they are meaningless they have no power they are simply worthless, the best way of living is leaving Church and coming in me 'cause

Where nothing collides
I want twin banks
That's a double mint
Pack loud
Ain't no subtle shit
Huge trunked to put the duffel in
Ben Frank and his cousins

the life paint you the strife
Ain't no free lunch motherfuckers paying the price
Hang me with Christ, nails through my ankles and wrists
Speak truth

now Im in an odd mood for all flavors
No more feeling of the less than from declaration
Anyone wishing less than getting decapitated
No one left to save

Dade County til I die
Motherfucker no lie
I’m BPG all the way to sky
That’s 274
That’s all I know
Bunche Park Goon
Knocking at your front door
Nigga who

gone
This that bonnie and clyde gangsta type of shit that we on
Illuminate the streets the bottom of the foreigns neon
Respectfully we Outside We Aint No

of men
It's like a weapon you don't hear when it shoots
And the only way to fight it is to sit there in silence until it ends
Your defense is by revealing

everything I am, I would hope
That you don't judge a book by it's cover, but fuck it
I'm that motherfucker and I ain't trynna hide it no more
From Tokyo

threw in the towel
I'm sorry the only way I knew how to love you was by you things that you can't pronounce
I'm sorry that none of this counts
I'm sorry

next unsolved murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my

to the light.
No longer slave, out the grave set free, yeah.
Shining like the sun, the Holy Spirit filling me.
Ain't nothing easy about walking out your faith.

bars, you know no one distorting me
Say the World R Us, I wouldn't say it's ours you see
Ruthless suited people take liberty so Eazih E
Teasing we, you

person
Without these drugs oh my god I'm so vacant
You make me crazy girl
Fucked up on daily girl
I ain't no Juice WRLD
But I am a rockstar yeah

look
I'm just trynna hold you accountable
But the damage that was done is insurmountable
Ain't no turning back the hands of time
This is just another

me and you

Stay right there no stay right here
The way you move your hips make everybody stare
Stay right there no stay right here
Woah
Maybe I'm

ain't no archin involved
Push to the limit and um not Rick Ross
Niggas can't see me they walking through fog
Forget what you see if you see um involved
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