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I don't do dinner dates cause we just skip two sex
Popping this shit by myself, you wanna be me so bad I can tell
Popping this shit by myself, you

Huh, pressure

Shit make or break em in two 


Players playin the game,
A preacher preachin his truth



Huh, pressure 

Take a look at,

You



Take

the kill doctor
Soul shocker top shotta
Two come together guess what
Double evil happens

Sheu0027s my bad chick Heu0027s my ride or die
Poor kids got damage

at night, oh uh yea
Been missing you all this time, as the days go by

[Verse 2]
Who's right or wrong it don’t matter now, I just need you back some way

at
Gambling meet me by the table starting at 3 stacks
Every story told is straight facts
Everything I smoke high grade and straight 'gnac
You get your truth

the light

I can feel us watching the world slipping by
I can feel the whispers of a future so bright

But no matter who you are
No matter what you do
Every

on the run,
Count it down now, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Your rhymes outta function, got no conviction,
Our squad united, sparked a friction addiction.
Man of the hour,

Bounce
One bank two accounts
All cash large amounts
Fingers dry from the count
Young Brady of the camp
You can call me the goat
Treat ya main chick like

No Master Plan No Master Race

3rd Bass

The Sound of Hip Hop

2017

the camel's broke
Change up wisdom wise and stick to tools
One called slavemaster's son by a poor fool
I ain't the hypocrite fit with the two-face
There's no

to shock your mind and your spirits
Taste these lyrics while I spit truth on tape
Whether two inch, a dat, or d-a-t-a
I impregnate wax, so get mine

bitch (saw ya bitch!)
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit
Everythang I say is the truth (is the truth!)
I need five funky hoes for one

I shine, you shine with me baby
My love, it runs that deep
When I shine, you shine
Baby we shine

When I think about the two of us
It's not

Two hundred men
Fighting for honor
No place for us
To be a loner
We had one goal
We’ve been like brothers
Ready to give
A lie for each other

Every

the tests you shall go through
Divide them, from now on, by two

You are a little girl with bones made of steel
No one can break you even on the catherine

My Bad Side

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

hard
Please, get up and take brown tip punk
'Cause you might get dumped
Your producers are bitin', your gettin' paid but your lame
And no two songs

holding back the truth
What do I do in these society blues
Brought on by the ITV news and fiery smooth chicks
To cause an addict to be liking these nudes

a chance on you
And I know that we can have our storybook love
You've been hurt a time or two
Truth is baby I have to
Take a chance on us
Take a chance on us

suits 
Only talk money facts and nothing but  the whole  truth 

Got too much in my cup 
Lemme hype that chick  up 
Had to let them know wassup 
Watch how

Forgive them father
They know not what they do
Running for the hills to stay alive
They not your best friends
They are henchmen
Two by two
Two by two

You need to understand,
I need to tell you.
All the times I had the chance,
I let them pass by,
I never knew, 'til it was to late,
I didn't think it

a nation
Old soldiers never die
Stay low go fast kill last
One shot no luck 
All skill praise the lord
Pass the ammo
As honest as the truth
As harsh

to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild

to reveal the truth

We've been lied to 
When they call it two by four
I will try to  
Make sense of what all carpenters ignore
Coz when pressured 
Even they

find my throne
I'll throw my love
I'll find my throne
I've thrown my love
Like rainwater thrown
Off of walls, off of gabled leaves
All held up by two