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away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE
AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED
AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED
WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE
regrettably
Audio inclined, see the world is really mine
As I grab it by the throat and leave a legacy
Everything I do in this calculated booth
Is done with
and the businessman in compromising poses
Dirty linen done in bed
c sell out between the sheets
cll the Kings horses and Presidents men
Couldn't put Dick back
ain't hesitant
My choppa a dog, it's gon' shoot when I'm pettin' it
Light you up like a light bulb, Thomas Edison
Baby, you the only one keep me in my
attention at all
He turned it on
But what Mr. Hoover didn't know
Was the vacuum was set to industrial mode
Hit it
Here we go
Soon it sucked in the carpet
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
Jehovah great, giving out His justice hacking jins
Never estimate, His power, jules in the gillions
My niggas partial to jules, mr. Fogs and different
in a cage,
hit it two times u just know i don't claim,
I got the guala,i can't be kicking shit like i'm Dybala,
feel like the president call me Obama,
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
Dressed up to fight a war
And that is why I'm late for school
In the State of Arkansas
Oh listen, Mr governor and Mr president, too
Give me that
will now see you in
Mr. President Black troops deserve equal pay
No more fighting for the union just to
Be made back a slave
Or even worse executed
mr. child owners honored to have a rappers smile
Yiffey yup know a bitch that'll stick a nigga up
I don't fuck with her seen ya'll in the club huggin
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
With Mr Cordell Hull in attendance
There they took part in a peace conference
Struck by his modest style
We were
Eternal nights in Flyblown City
Dirt and grey gauze covers coffins
And black garland down the streets tightens bronchus
Dead presidents
Have
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
4 dey replay
U 4 drop am now moro n every day
So say da girlies go com da place wer we dey
Big up yorself president resident deejay
Mr Deejay
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
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