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Beware my circumference
My fortunes increase.  King Midas I'm not, thank goodness, I'm me
Live and in person the actual a q b
Bull Run, many memories

nose all in my business
People like you make me never wanna put my gun away
If I had a million bucks, I'd spend it just to shut your mouth
I'd rather pay

dependent on how I make a livin
All dependent on how I make a livin
This the crossroads of the intersection
On the corner of hope and intervention
Drivin by

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hot Mixx

1997

you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with

march,
In his funeral parade behind a four horsed hurse,
Let the gentlemen and scoundrels tip their hats,
To the keeper of the bar from hell,
Today we put

Cross walk cross walk
Stop capping on the walk like tip top
Two caps in the dome of the old self
Flesh cold on the ground like drip drop

Cross walk

I tip in zip
Let these hoes tell it then I tip in lips
Let's these opps tell it then I tip in clips
But it all depends on your trip
Cause I'm faded

of
Swallowed every ounce of pride and stomached what I'd throw up
Pushing all these boundaries
I've been taking my time, Like a thief in that night
I've been

a dollar
Until I made one

Yup

Industry plugs are gonna flip the script
D i double s is in it like I dipped the tip
Catalogue fat
I speak the facts
Any beat

war?
Our biggest threat remains the hubris
We imbued with
On this wax just like a q tip
Lend me your ear
Friends, Romans
Roaming
Hoping to leave a mark

a ride
With you by my side
Everything's going to be alright
Be alright
That bucket got us to the beach
Toes in the sand
A blunt in my hand
Gonna figure my

Tips

Rodney Atkins

Take a Back Road

2011

Well I was counting my tips
After playing Six Cents in this gulf show watering hole
When his old beach bum yelled out,
"Come on, play, give me three

and all wood (Mhmm)
All up in the wrong hood
Where bitches is no good but pussy be so good
Now that's your wife but that my trick (Yup)
And if you taste

bullshit (Can't see nothing) yeah

Umbrella in a drink
Under an umbrella on a beach towel
Brought by a set of big tit's for a tip
Interchangeable Caribbean

finger tips
But I can't get a hold
Am I loosing it?
Just chasing shadows?

I can't let it go
Deep down in my soul
Moonlit showdown
Chasing shadows

Chasing

Throw me a twenty in the tip jar
I'll sing you some Rambling Man
Make it a fifty and I'll even play a little Lynyrd Skynyrd  some Sweet Home Alabam
If we

If I send you roses for no reason at all
If out of the blue, I stop and give you a call
Once in a while, it's breakfast in bed
And then pull

A wise little brother
Word to Pooh and Phonte
They want the old Kanye
Spiritual backpack
With a touch of Q-Tip The Abstract
Trying to make an impact
Like

to be like B&Q without the bathroom essentials & tap out
Surrounded by philistines, snitches, and gossip squawkers
Fast and furious like the rock, but you

up
We slowed it down
Turned around
We took all your lettuce
Squad shining bright
These bitches let us
Ain't no niggas better
She yelling in my
Face

The world ain't white you've just been dreaming
Your fantasies all in one place
Racism done all in one take
Shots fired with the hollow-tip rounds
Life ain't

grinding
Versatile my style (why?)
'Cause y'all n***** biting

Rest in peace to Fredo
I'm in the cut with a Halo
Live in Living Color like James Carrey

all of my life 
I spent the last four years in practice rooms and venues 
My rhyme book's the Bible the stage a holy temple 
I'm pulling levers