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in my timbz
Nelly had his Air Force Ones
You know I'm sayin out in Cali we got, you know, the Cortez's and all them shits
But when I'm in NYC nigga

The Beggaz to reign, remain

[Verse 2:]

A vision my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit)
Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots
Battles

the cold midnight air,  
The love we fought for has faded away,  
Swallowed by time with nothing to say.  
All that’s left is the ghost of your touch,

and this shit by the boatload
All these bitches be takin' these photos
I'm like, "Oh no"
We be catchin' them players like Ocho
Yeah
They like, "Tweet Mack

broken
It's all sequentially laid out before us
But we control inside
And we can free our minds
Two souls have been bound by time
In a sequential form

got the supply
Don't demand too much of my time
And maybe I'll come by
My clients love to tell me all they could buy,
If they set aside the bread

the air
Everybody goes out
All the presents here
Christmas every year
Thats what its all about

Next to the christmas tree
With the family 

Covered streets

nigga that died
And the same nigga that died
Is the same nigga that gone loose
Everything, loose all his supply
Look at all these shots
Coming through his

Up there in the rarefied air of the 32nd floor
Up there in the rarefied air of the 32nd floor
It's all great, put a penny in the plate
Save a prayer

loose it out of sight

Everybody says that I should straighten up
And climb the way up all by myself
They don't want to see the chaos within me now
No one

down 
Cos Pressure all he knows 
But it’s under pressure when he grows 

It’s a stick up stick up 
Put your hands in the air 
Stick up stick up 
Put your

will it be at the base of a tree Leaves glitter with all shades of green
Grandest colors that you've ever seen As the cool air blows on by

Me and you

its high noon on the gold plain
wind's blowing in from the west
taking stock of what i love
and throwing out the rest

well i'm doing fine

People, Running

Jack's Mannequin

People and Things

2011

of waiting and still we stand in line
Yea, this is all addition by subtraction
A simple chain reaction of the mind

Yeah, we are just these people running

out the grams 
Young nigga supply and demand 
I wanna hit you and your friends 
Last nigga tried that ended up dead 
I don't do the pills but I get you

Look up
Look out
Look at all the signs
Pay attention closely
Look through ya mind's eye
Answers that you seek
Are waiting close by
For ya for ya for

your name
So, I can laugh about it now
By your side
Oh I can laugh about it now
By your side
Oh, sha la la la
We're all in trouble
Is there room

Last one out, turn off the lights
It’s gonna be a late one tonight
All the stars above
Can’t guess if they’re out seeking love
Or if they’re looking for

'em
Cross me out been had a X on 'em
Made of steel, not even my flesh phony (Nah)

Dirty stick, new fit
Walk with that check on me (Check)
I be out all

at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I was

LIFESTYLE 

PUT IT IN THE AIR NOW

YOU DONT REALLY CARE NOW 

LET EM KNOW YOU THERE NOW 

IMA ALL UP IN YOUR HEAD NOW 

ALL UP IN YOUR BED NOW 

IN BETWEEN

ain't a disguise

This for those who figured out love the hard way
Strong pain in the middle of the hallway
On a broad day startled with a long gaze

Smoker section only all we smoke is loud
Don't pass them to nobody woods we face them now
Send That bitch around Mary burn her down
Don't smoke it by

bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I