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same day
And it made her life amazing
I ain't expecting her to change
Lookin' for nirvanas further than
The eyes view
Don't let pre-determined destinies

get it
The games now finished
Its's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it
Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men
Clapping at your tracks rabbits

Catch me talking like that, you're a catcher and I'm up to bat
I'm not too worried 'bout how I'ma do this, always get through this, and I'm on track

better see if they possibly has
A V12 ambulance that get you to a hospital fast
They let Cain out the cages and shackles
I ain't call a pager to track

Pippen
Get the chips then I'm dipping
All these songs hope they listen
Always knew I was gifted
Got a dream go get it
Don't let em tell you different

much THC, got me wanting a BLT

Police profiling people by performance
No license and warrants for rapping with Donna Shormas
I'm keeping it real

to fool me or yourself, bitch for real 

Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch 

To fuck around with Sha-Queen, then I know you out to lunch

com
Let's practice our script
And if you don't catch a vibe
I promise imma just dip
It's hard to leave you in bed
When you tell me one more kiss
You got

Long nights by myself got me lonely
I don't got no bitch to pull up and hold me
Im not texting on my ex
Im texting all my homies
Trynna get them

hood
But I'll wear it when it's breezy
I'm a different type of species
And that's peachy
Imma get mine
Watch me like it's TV
Don't play me like CD's

Friday

Fatal

In the Line of Fire

1998

Hussein

[Verse 4]
From cops got our feet tired
Everybody split up anybody get caught
Son just keep quiet,
These C`s watchin` me,
Two CDS` of armed

we got beef fuck a gun
Living young
Living free
Just move on and let me be
When you step
With my crew
Take you down to Bellevue
This my block
Let it

feeling down
But they will never get you like I do
Why don't you come back to me come back to me
I swear I've changed and all this runnins
Not going no

Ahhhh!

A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle

back home
We've got a weekend tee time
For thirty-six holes
Let's get your throwback 1990s
Green Ford Ranger fired up
I can't believe our old cd
Is still

Haters say they don't play my tracks, I look back and I doubt them
I evolved, I'm a new beast, I did it all without them
I'm making stacks, let's count

only tell me to shut up for so long
So let me get back on this mic device and do it up right
No voice even though my choice is to dominate
No ad libs,

g'yeah

[CJ Mac]
I'm a motherfuckin Westside gangbang, low ride nigga (Yeah)
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal sipper (Nigga)
You don't want to fuck with me

help
I want you to help me tight
Let me get my belt inside
So I can whip that stupid tide
Heck yes I have a funny track
But it's fine let me get a snack

and passed me along
Would I do it again?
I don't think that I can
I never chased the light, I never played the game
By the time I saw the race, I was stuck in

tick-tockin', never stoppin'
A gift, God-given; I'm shockin 'em like a toxin

Usin' the formula that I've faithfully stuck wit'
Don't fuck wit' me, because I hate

Don't ever let me be alone 

Wont you stay for me baby 
Ive been shit out of luck
Never meant to get bothered 
I was giving it up
Til i looked into your

the thrill of it

Sounds good to me
Sounds good to me
So why don't we get extra keys and bigger beds
Sounds good to me
Sounds good to me
So bring your

butterflies, but I swear I'll give it time, I'll need some time. 
Violet tell me when,
Did you get such beautiful eyes? 
You'll never see the side of me
You