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anything 
Living in this poverty 
Shii why it gotta be like this 
Jus then I got an idea 
So I hit up my homie 
Like yo nigga 
We gotta get rich 
He was like

smudged huh
Sniffing in piles my brain fucked
Came back to earth like six times in eight months
Five different trials by age what
Three different styles

with my loop
Hard situation to get out of
Put that stress on ya top
Ima red dottem
Pressure to the head
He got tricked thinking with his 3rd leg
Now he

only like three
still couldn't fuck with me

White shoes blue jeans
With the red and black fleece
Gotta a silver chain on me
Cause I always catch

to the carnival
Get pulled in the little red wagon
It was a Radio Flyer
Or go to School
I made lots of friends
We'd do everything together
We'd go for walks
Build

and you met my mother
she made it a point to say she didn’t like you
i defended the fake you that she could see right through

I bought those red roses

(Just chilling y’all x3)

Uh ! I’m feeling fresh like my smoothie
Like a ceviche and sushi
I’m Sipping bubbly in the jacuzzi
They can’t trouble me, I’m

a lone wolf nigga I'm with my gang
Matcha in my cup while you sippin we're not the same
Look at the mirror and I see the difference I made
Still up at 3

Terminal

Rupert Holmes

Widescreen

1974

into red
Made the weary wonder of Wall Street
Rise from the dead

Could have held up
Budding my entire life
But I had to get home
To the kids

Opps be watching peep the back door

Fox five double like it's ten
Big nine hold the by the end

Free my dogs that's locked in the pen
Shot em down then

when there's more to drill
Don't turn away the stateless, think of the waste
If one in three refugees is a Lauryn Hill
Come along way, you can move

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Thing a Week One

2006

she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want

Masta Killa

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

Approximately three mil', bodies like an empty vessels
I must fill,  check where I came from
Any God's son I made sun, is my son
In this scene,  lesson number

bool, I cannot let cuz in
Played a role and lied to you, date and dime 'cause when
Red dot that don't mean a headshot, body tissue
Shave some pounds

the chain,
was it the game, was it the name,
she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick
n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin,
I had

, I made a bed & I laid , these fuck niggas played...
I got the stick that's felon , lil bra got 3ks & he throwing treys...
Slide on yo block in

(goal 2)
Red-faced when the truth made you act (goal 3)
That's when it turned to a personal attack

On Becky, chatting shit to her on the daily
All your

reflected
Now shines in the stream

‘Tis the star-spangled banner,
oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave!

Verse 3

Papoose, I'ma bang it on you like Shaq do

Chorus

Verse 3
Shaq Diesel:
CD's in the cockpit of a hot drop-top whip
Livin' Miami style, worth of flocks

got his hoe took
Countin' up these bands like 1.. 2.. 3
Shorty made me feel some
When her arms around me
Lil' mama fine
But her man just in the way
Up

on my hand turning all red
I needed anything but silence in the moment
Regretting everything we left unspoken
Somebody told me grief is nothing but just

Beggin for some more
Red & Yellow? it's too dark in
My head for some door
I was trash & now im too
Far away that's so dope
You shy to put me on your speak?

we balling like the A Team
Yeah I step in the room and the party get to jumping
Baby drake carve a nigga head up like a pumpkin
See them red and blue

Ohhhh
Three
I just been grinding
Came straight from the bottom Nigga
I've just been grinding
Don't need Love just money and diamonds
Feel like a star