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Yeah, yeah
Mmm
I'm gettin' money in four different countries
And all of 'em love me I'm so lit
I'm singin' to mains and your side chicks
Make my mind

a drive-by
Out the four-door, hitting
I got all the money and the fame
I need four more women never mind, I'm focused on the money
I ignore the bitches
Don't

shit, niggas won't do shit, till I grab the .40 niggas acting clueless

Blue hat for the blue rats, down south all you niggas woulda thought I was a good

and whip this thang
Just Like six four
See the red and blue lights
I'm like what you want
I'm just living out my dreams
Why they so pissed off

Babies dying

ain't catch that, man you clueless
Words choking him, damn you blue-lipped

Been coming up with shit in my head
Fightin' for crumbs I'm taking the-
Uh-uh

fuckin music up and reeking havoc,
Message to my love ones all is well as I planned it my music therapeutic to the ones who understand it,

Kato you grew

Battle Cry

Jedi Mind Tricks

Army of the Pharaohs: The Torture Papers

[Apathy]
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures

jealousy and killin'
Walk the walk that I've walked All alone in the dark overtaken by this feelin' that I'm feelin' Touch
the hand that I've touched In

I go and get em
Pull the trigger, I went blue tint on the shade
Yo, bitch, she suck my dick and clean me off, she came my personal maid
Four

never bite the hand
But I said fuck it, I gotta win
Did shit that'll never fade
Can't talk about it in my dark place
Blue skies they turn to grey
No David

pictures of places on
Google Images awaiting teleportation straight to Mount Gould or Blue Ridge
LA, the Palouse, Tortugas, the MFA Massachusetts
Or just any

Endalay

Busta Rhymes

Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories

2002

more loot than before, a brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leavin' you boots at the door

We four, five, sixin' it up, we fixin' it up
We

the weekend
Nothing to serious
She be so delirious
She going through my shit
She be so mysterious

If she say three
Then I multiply by four
If she act like

Once upon a Time

Eric Burdon

Guilty

1971

Once upon a time when I was in high school
I was in love with a lady she treated me so cool
I was driving an Chevy '72
It had four on the floor,

Been so long around the same crowd
I wanna new face
I be by my lonely tryna
Cop me a blue face
I want all that money
Imma put it in the safe
If I'm finna

The Night We Called It a Day

Manchild

The Night We Called It a Day

2002

at the top of my lungs convicted by stone tablets as a felon
A nocturnal being of love since the grown of time
Watch the sunrise with both my daughter's eyes

I'm lookin' forward to some brand new music
October boy 1994 I ain't a spastic
(Yeah) No bandana on me red or blue
Sketchpad on me wit no pictures I

Intro: Instrumental (4 Bar’s)...

Spoken: Alucard (4 Bar’s):
True love is so mysterious, and confusing,
We don’t understand it! 
Sometimes it’s like

of
Your small town blues
I got a nationwide view
I ensure that's all I knew
Going in to music
With a long cue
"In here is Doom"
I'm Tom Cruise mixed with Id

n feed my babies, it's safe 2 say that music saved me

Had another beautiful daughter so that make 3
Plus 4 boys raising em right so they know they

clicked decline
I got the team around me
I got bad bitches around me
Run up and it'll get sloppy
Got a four-five and a tommy
Get out the way imma pass by

got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor

Grindin'

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor

go) all the girls tell me that
They love Count Bassy
1, 2, 3, 4, fuck you, pay me
All the girls tell me that
They love Marc E bassy
1, 2, 3, 4, fuck