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of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way
Greed has posioned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into
The way of life can be free and beautiful
But we have lost the way
Greed has poisoned men's souls
Has barricaded the world with hate
Has goose-stepped us
this fine young tender named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin'
named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin' and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips
nah.
The good guys dress in black, remember that
Just in case we ever face to face and make contact
The title held by me, MIB
Means what you think you
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
for a new world,
A decent world that will give men a chance to work,
That will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these
Two good men a long time gone,
Two good men a long time gone
(Two good men a long time gone, oh, gone),
Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone,
Left me
VICTORIA:
In movies about women written by men
The secret to life is plastic
When the gossip stops, we shop til we drop
Order Thai, and look
the cold
Trying to forget that they're growing old
All the sad young men choking on their worth
Trying to be brave, running from the truth
Autumm turns
look and pass
Say she just wan feel my D ahh.
I give am like I be the don D
She come back for some more.
My Men no dey dull am sha
F around you go see
business plan
Be sure to work together
Don't try to be the man and
If yall really wanna if y'all really wanna
Blow on tour roll wit a band
Go from open mike
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my record player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
Tell your Ma, tell
808 Mafia
Money callin' me, trouble followin' me
I'm a street nigga and I'ma always be
And my momma know I'm good so she don't pray for me
I'm
look good,
Sitting on top of your hood
You don't complain
Bout all them other chicks I be having
Cause you be helping me grab em
Your jewelry made by
slaves all that he can do for them
And what is to be done is more, much more, than good works
Christmas baskets, bonuses and tips, and bread and circuses
fragile ecology
Even if you are
A little different
But I was a dozen years sober
So who could tell me
How to live
How to work my program
How to be
True
example of what humans can be
So we're making a man
Step one
Thinking caps on
Gotta pull a fast one,
Fast on the hun.
Gotta find a corpse
A dead
example of what humans can be
So we're making a man
Step one
Thinking caps on
Gotta pull a fast one,
Fast on the hun.
Gotta find a corpse
A dead
and Tom Joyner
They're doing good in their lives right now
Why would they wanna tear down another brother (tear down)
Women show black men some love
machine (hahaha) not funny men the truth gat to be told
Jah knows I'm a sinner The world will turn you to killer blame no Nigga taking decision when you
Shine!
Let it shine before all men.
Let 'em see good works, and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord.
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
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