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Sono contento, almeno non spererò, di liquefarmi
da solo, per una mobile mummia,
 quando ogni ascolto me lo dà un sito folto: 
farò senza

Continuously calling nine in the morning woke by the Mormons knock knock
Take a sip of hot cof smoke I need a cough drop
Better get some top top today

I gotta say I hate
Everyone of your boyfriends
I should've been there after all
Of your "one-night stands"
Dressed in black with that dude's
Neck in

me inna cut
Or whatever you aint 
I aint never giving up
Same car new paint
New job new bank  
Moe Fuck what you thank 
Lo
I dont politic wit no hoe
If

What if, let's go a little deeper, if we were to address some of the skeletons that were in the closets
And we were able to bring those skeletons out

buns I don't feel no pain 
Walk up in the bank like “honey I'm staying”
Imma eat it up in the sheets lo mein 
She just like it hot so I simmer know what

romantic
New chain
So my other chain can have it
Chopsticks like lo mein
Speeding through the traffic
I feel insane
A little bit matic
I can't feel no pain

my slut lo
Like bitch, no shit, don't play god damn
These bitches wanna take my flicks
Bring her round real quick fore a boy go ham
Cage and the C-Mob

blocked, we even hit your mailbox
Burned the rubber off the wheels in that big ass trailhawk
Your thotty gettin' bodied, she a bop with a big black male cock

keep laying sick bars crafted by a blacksmith, you can call me black star. Representing the culture that is my way of life and hoping that I'll make it

to some lo-fi, preppin for the turn up
My momma wanna know why I always gotta burn up
Fore I write these poems in my black and white journal
I'm sorry mom

Creepin'

Brownside

Eastside Drama

1997

light and hit the sherm stick
I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
So we roll, and it's late at night
Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my

Dangerous Ground

Keith Murray

Dangerous Ground

1997

put in work like red ants 
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft 
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft 
Shit I craft, is harder than

Live at Jimmy's

Big Punisher

Up Close and Personal

2001

Corazon, (?) aiy aiy esta Angie Martinez, 'ta Cuban Link why Domingo
Una cosita aiy que te voy a poner para los pie,
A sete bailar, tu ve el berau;

Maneuver in the skies
First class and shit. 
You a witness to the motherfucking uno. 
I got the d-lo to get my pockets big as a sumo. 
Observing the scene

On gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'
Hop out a SCAT, all black matte
Hop out, woo
Gang, gang

The opps got a party, I just got the loc'
I bet you we beat

Yeah we ain't got nothin' for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards king Los
Yeah

(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game
By

Had to double take she was looking so clean
She was a black magic woman I could tell by all means
It only took one glance to put the magic in me
Got me

block our way

J-Lo
Don't punish me with brutality

Destiny's Child
Talk to me
So you can see

Destiny's Child/Britney Spears
Oh what's going on
whats

I'm in the spot with some bad hoes I don't even know
Sat at the table surrounded by weed & I don't even smoke
I don't do "E" & I don't need "coke"
I

a little dose
Got to ease lo que piensa please
Su vida is the one things that's free
And you can never buy time
Bitch you never find wealth outside

Yeah...
(Bring my O.E. in here man) Can you turn my vocals up a little bit?
Yeah...
(Bring my fucking O.E. in here man)   Keep a shotty, burn

level now here comes the theory of the low end
Read scriptures so it's little green they throwing when they pitch blacks
No masters, still upstream we

bathing apes in my yard
I'm the northeast Los Angeles champion
I got them ZAZAs it's time to go to sleep bitch
I got strawnana and some OG left a big stench