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the whole works over
Never find a good loving man like me

I want 6 gamblers to carry my coffin 
6 chorus girls to sing my song 
Put a jazz band in the horse

the whole works over
Never find a good loving man like me

I want 6 gamblers to carry my coffin 
6 chorus girls to sing my song 
Put a jazz band in the horse

Screw the man, do what I must, explode

Sick flows, uttered out of my mouth, sounds sprout
Feel the pressure, pressure thickens no doubt
Out the ground,

And that's right
Good girls always want the bad guys
Same old story told from last time
Next time I'm 'coming 'wit the act right
You don't have a chance
I

oh lord, it looks like happy days

Nothing I wouldn't rather do
Lie around being loved by you
Tellin' stories 'bout the good old days
We laughed, we

and Hyde
Many winters and summers I did survive
Get blown away by the force of my drive
These are layups I ain't dunking yet
Patience wait I'll be something

won’t admit that I’m the best so they’d rather ignore me.
But they swipe through the pics, and they eyes up my story. 
Give me the work, you know I get it

me, I'm getting by
Finding different ways that I can occupy my time
Working on, what held me back
I admit I'm not perfect

But it feels so good to say

irrelevant way old
Tryna spread some fuckin' truth hope the story get told
Show em reality all they telling me is hell no
Well guess what nigga you been sold,

Nag Champa

J. Rocc

Thank You Jay Dee, Act 1 Mixed by J. Rocc

imagine on how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who

Midnight Thud

R.A. the Rugged Man

Die, Rugged Man, Die

2004

Man]
Ready for hell, ready for war
Yeah, it's nice to be loved but I like being hated more
All the sudden magazines give me good reviews
It used to be my

couldn't give less of a shit
About your incel story
I'm the fine mastermind of my
Gruesome hobbies sip through chianti
As I chew a body
I have taste while

Cut the Chase

Pretty Willie

Enter the Life of Suella

2002

('nized)
All you fake ass players I despise ('spise)
I got my game from Willie J
Old school, '73 big paper in ereything!

I want to see 'em bounce

Send Him Our Love

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

fought that dude
I read the paper it said the pigs caught that dude
Its sad another black man taking by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club we

the old me
Back then it was a different story
Back then I had a lot of shorties
But I see that it ain't worth it
It don't matter how good they look I be

up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)

(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(Oh don't worry, she's a game

gettin' no attention"
Sittin' on the bench and
Waitin' for my minutes
"Old man" is the Latin root for the word "senate"
"Again and again", he says, "I do

and play now 
And I'm amused, how quickly going by the days are 
Old man with a vacant state, just sitting in his rocking chair 
And as he does he wonders

But somethin’ about her said she had a story
And life had not been kind
As I walked up, holdin’ my breath
She turned and her eyes met mine

Mister, I’m

me
Baby I'm not the old me
A lot of shit changed on this side
Ima be good ima get by
You gon see me in different places
Telling your mama that I made

a true story
Yeah
You mess around, I'd rather not
I got them true warriors
Ain't no luck in this, you gotta put in work
Praying on my downfall, but my

Yeah I need that
The good and bad
Together for the worst type shit
I need you right here
Yes sir
I go by
Mr. Yuck
Voice of the oppressed
Our love

Hey, hey is this mic on?
'Cause I'm about to sing you my vegan song
'Cause eating animals is totally wrong
Newsflash plant based is the future
Why

old song again
Embracing that age
More pictures in frames

Kisses goodbye
Looking back at good times
All went by so sudden
I didn't see that coming
This