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some gold
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane
Same thang,gang bang
Swang thru in supreme mane

Boat best of all time you know I had to drop in
Who can I trust no time for freeloading hoes
Sixty bands in the cut damn near a kilo of gold
My game runs

The grand centerpiece was a gold green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his life-long

King Henry
(Trad. lyrics, adapted by Kerry Andrew)

Let never a man a wooing wend
That lacks these things three:
A purse of gold, an open heart

mind you can't fix this
Hustle hard get rich quick
In route with three hoes like sixty six
Pockets fat it need fitness
Doing good God's my witness
Bad

won't speak
Infected projection hung thicken the air
Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes
Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60

through this
Dying because of this muted because of this
Castrated debauched
Disinherited because of this
Fooled by this used by this
Pissed on by this
Made

bitch (yeah)
Like you think you coming close to touch my skill
I never let nobody all up in my grill
One time wanted gold fronts and now I roll blunts

I was raise by women that run with wolves 
Protect like the eagles
And thunder bolts
 Tell wise old 
Story’s so wonderful 
That bring great light

God
Understand it never took time for granted
It's alright, Ma, as a child of the sixties
Along the watchtower
I can't bet they're going to miss me
I'm

Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? Ain't heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)

Long way on the road
Long days, for the goal
Broke my heart for the gold
Yea, broke my heart for th-
Started this from the top, but I need mooore

Hokage
Blind the new Itachi
I got hands like Neji
I save every penny
Wolf like Andrew Wiggins
I keep getting bigger
I keep persevering
All I know is grind

(Oah)

(Yeaaaaah)

Let me tell you a story about a city of gold
But this gold is fluid and frequently sold
Almost thousand years old
Untouched by war

If the value of man is measured by sweat[00:13.14]Then you’d be a rich one, but you’re not there yet[00:19.84]You’ve tried all you can, but the Gods

litty sippy sippy
Watch them feeling by them plenty
Keep your pinky up
And you head up
Drop it low like anchor
Boy meets world Topanga
Dissappear so

knowledge is a freecourse
Keep your knees crossed
I can see forked tongue
Taught when I was young
By the older
Brush it off our shoulders

Chorus

60 Second

and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was

Same shit, different day
All this noise, in my face
On my life, check the time
Just one look and it's all gone by but you know
You know
You Know
When

My melanin cold
I'm proud of my naps
Pardon my soul
Can't gentrify that
I still rock gold
I look like I rap
Damn I look dope
From head to my toes

Bring 'Em Home Safely

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for

holding me by the neck and I'm stuck inna game
Attaching myself to the core of the rotten the rotten what I have become under names
I'm not really crazy I'm

Bottles lyrics by Neutron The God
Woah x2 Woah x2
GrindWorkProgress
Something about them big bottles make them come out
GWP
Want to be in my section

and sit over third base
Yeah, nigga like snow, it's hard to replace
I like my watches gold with a colored face
I can tell by your style if you got taste