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here's the thing
In the city
I'm Bruce Wayne
Call me batshit
Racks likes to stalactite
Livin' up to them racks Bitch
Money makin' the world spin
Little

Hypo Full of Love

Alabama 3

Exile on Coldharbour Lane

1997

Step Twelve
I know you're ready to become a disci disciple,a lonely little reverend
making his way day by day,in the congregation
Hustling a dollar

rockin them parties. (I.P.P.)

[Verse 2: Sonny B]
It's the weekend. Freshed Up and Dressed Up
Calvin Klein button up, with my people drink up
City lights

The streams you do in a year boy I do in a week uh
I made the loop WAVmage on the drums
Copying our moves is what been saving you bums
The little spick that

We gone, Drive By
Money Moe nigga
Yeah
High Tide, High Times
Man
That shit be the Move
That shit be a Groove
When I ride
My Whip feels kool Spaceship

see

Pull you up a little higher
Make the fall much more Severe
Now Your waiting at the bottom bleeding
And no one appears to save you cause
Your

The Light!
See, I'm Dared To DIE, By My Courage Can Live Longer!
Explanation's Is REcL, My Life Is Really Worth Oscar's
(RED-EYES) You Can See Hooks Through c

putting in my two cents
I've said enough, so I'm chucking up the deuces

I'm at the table with the higher ups I can't disclose facts

I know you wonder, I know you wonder
Where all this bread come from, I know you wonder
Do

Wake up shaking
Not cause it's cold 
It's just my momma move me side to side
It's the crack dawn
I hear her yawn but see no sun in eyes
She got

Gotta get it see Cam, block em like D-man
Lock em up, the can
See me i’m living fast, grand prix
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man

dub’s doe,
Drove by Eric on our way 2 blow da blunt smoke
How I link another female while I’m in yo city
How I put up w cho shit but chu dip in a jiffy?

nothing going on
They don't even fucking hear my songs
Took a different path, don't know right or wrong
It goes on and on

So I'mma stay by myself
Yea I

Open up my seams to show a broken me
But over me is the inversion that I'm supposed to be
(Sock)
Descending with the view from above
Two ovaries

food stamps or baby mamas or the Maury show that time coming remember Jackson 5 before Michael Jackson diedHe said it's easy as 1 2 3 you got me running

Hustle O (Meds)
By Ojeda Jarrett (Ojeda DOC AKA O da D.O.C)

Verse 1:
Excuse me i grew up poor
So a lot of these luxuries
I can't ignore 
Seh

their's one higher then Koopa, there's none liar
I got athletic compadre's that'll run by ya
And pitch that white thing in ya hand like a umpire
Come try

chere 
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere 
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas 
But being homophobic could kill your career 
So I switched

Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries

everything, read what my hands say (read what my hands say)
I'll go a little slower if you need me to translate (need me to translate)
Boss moves, keep

can't grab; Never fxcking with crabs
Nxggas be mad feminine; think their fxcking with drag
It's a little
Catastrophic the way I drop it
It's hot

can't grab; Never fxcking with crabs
Nxggas be mad feminine; think their fxcking with drag
It's a little
Catastrophic the way I drop it
It's hot

all over the place, is anybody listening?
I don’t know for sure, but them two assholes in the back
Better stop whispering each other sweet nothings

can't grab; Never fxcking with crabs
Nxggas be mad feminine; think their fxcking with drag
It's a little
Catastrophic the way I drop it
It's hot