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Glenwood Projects

Ill Bill

What's Wrong With Bill?

2004

weapons, blowguns, every
mother-fuckin' thing - what a fuckin' rush. We were cookin' the shit up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back,

Across 110th Street [Original Version]

Pretty Tone Capone

Across 110th St. [Single]

1993

--(J.Nitty) "FEDS on Patrol"
So you lose control
Bust out shots
Cop drops
Hit cement
Punk police jumped up for the precinct
Faggot-ass partner dead in

raspy
It's crappy to say that I blame you some
The last thing you need is some anger from
A boy like me, I wanna treat you nicely
Not come spazzing out

fate choose this fleet
You wanna keep it discrete it's cold
I'm doing better for me it's chosen
Find out my medicine peak it's loads (Know it is)
You

Ayo JR, this your boy Mann
And let me tell you a story about
Me and this girl from my hood
Back in the day, Sean Kingston, sing it

She's my ghetto

changin' up the rap flow, gotta let it go, cause I'm better off solo
Cause we're better apart, and I knew it from the start, try to fuck with my heart, yeah

it in

When the rain, it falls
And the lightning calls the thunder to start its shaking
When the wind it, it howls from the east to the west

of Adam and Eve the story of what happens when we branch out prematurely, and start to create with power and knowledge that is not yet sourced from love

on the right
And the dead men on the left
You will never know
Just what it means to be lonely
So lonely so lonely
And I'll wait for you when the day is long
No

The crab looks at me from the moon and picks me up inside it's claws
My damaged youth comes out to play and I'm like boy who pissed you off
Who let you down

I've had a cigarette my mood is irreversible
That's how it's always been but things have gotten worse
Cause now for me to start the day I gotta pop

holding me
From everything I wanna be
And sometimes it gets hard to see
I show my scars and say I'm torn
I shoot for stars stuck by a thorn
I'm out on mars

start to stutter
Yeah, really done turnt this shit up off an onion
You niggas aint hot boy y'all not even buzzin
I ever go broke fly em in by the dozen

of the
Track" by Artifacts
Happy pants and a brand new starter cap
Still can't figure out who
The fuck started that
Caught a tooth through the lip
I had a shit

that will buss shots if it gets too sweaty
Waps may come in handy, gang won’t back off untill clip is empty
I can’t count the rides we had, there were

was dreaming bout the hundreds
And the penty with the view
Boy I been ready for the top floor
Stacking paper to the ceiling
Making money by the million

Some even claimed that they could see though
But in the face of terror their asses were heading out the door
Crawling on the floor begging give me some

Thrusting Passionately
We start to glow

Brighter and Brighter
As we start to rise higher
Became formless
Souls Baptized by fire

Love the way you fall into

now i'm going through it and everything feels like whatever
God damn, how hard is it to even understand
Start talking to a shorty, have a good thing

fall into my arms
Disregarding all the clockwork traps I'd set and left here from the start

But in the morning I set them off
Now I am trapped in

it grow
Watch the body fall
Collapse on itself
Just like a fish
That starts to rot from the head
Even titans fall because of an idea
If it's planted

he got friends but the first question Is who's that
Im that young nigga mixing R and B with New trap
Girl you know you got it but humble by the way you

nickname is give me some
Look good with her hair down in that pink lingerie
But we can't be together, 'cuz we both money hungry
I saw this group of bad

the blunt
My only intention is getting it done
Digging for gold boy that shit isn't fun
If not today then tomorrow it comes
Along the way the road spring up