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G			C		Em			D
Believe believe in heart (I do) that’s a very fine place to start
G		   C			Em			C
Say hey (HEY) say ohh (OH) gotta tell the world let

fussin, might find dirt on em like dustin
Kinda like Wi-Fi, my line bussin
Oh you wanna fight my side, better hide my guys comin
Big boy on the scene

Takin' up all that slack right
So tell me where can I find him
With they playas and that candy
Cadillac right behind em

Hooker's tellin' me 'C' you so

Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real

It'll be doubled by the morning
Pasadena, California
Bout to put the city on
'til the fucking city on

What a shame
You boys nothing, but bosses

We got a problem, with vessels that got no God in 'em
Holy Spirit dissolved in 'em
Mentals empty, like hollow men
Being deluded by con-artists

(Baow, baow, baow)
We gon' spin that shit, get
To V, and he dead
Got that little boy thinkin' like what he saw
(Grrt, grrt)
He lyin' what happened, tell

Rickey
Uh, Talk to me talk to me talk to me
Ol big fine ahh, tryna tell you yeah
Look, Aight bet so you see me riding in all by myself
I been riding

Stomp of King Porter

The Manhattan Transfer

Swing

1997

Gather roun' 'n hear my story
Oh boy
'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, stompin' it off)
He heard a local pianist

What joy

a nigga
Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze
Shell an MC to breeze
Ease G', tell like Aviv
Felony three on melody schemes
They selling them dreams dMX is

had a dream you broke ya promise
Don't talk to me
Niggas evil i won't need em' tell em' bye bye
Said it once i won't repeat it boy don't try try
Tellin'

chain 
Big watch 
Dope boy 
Trap spot

I'm dripping this sauce on these folks like I'm knuckles
These shoes that I'm in called buscemi dont scuff em

Put

it
Let my god faher turn ya problem to a blessing
I know its hard to swallow cuz they hurt you and they reckless
Tell em i'll holla see you later
I'm

Thirteen, I was a thug, selling drugs
Many people thought I flipped my wig
Sorta bugged but I shrugged 'em off
Like who cares what they say?
They was

around it's
Going down like bitches (Ow)
Tell the dope boys, "Come holla at my crew"
(O oh)
Deep throat 'em, make 'em say "Yabadabadoo"
(O oh) rockin' door

fatheads and tell 'em put your head where my palm is
See your ass on out, call the chauffeur
Speed dial, no sir, under there, Orpah?
Catch a rest from

in a different boat
You talking tough boy you a clown go tell a joke
GK the goat gang going up got em losin' hope

It was coo with them niggas here it

the season, 
There's only One Reason
I live and I die for the Name of JESUS!!

Boy, the adversary plottin on me tryna get to me, tell em get behind me,
Thanks

boy going higher elevation
I ain't gonna lie, guy walahi, got my mind on me paper
Na why me no send them, me no friend them

Oh my lord, tell em me I no

(Let me talk to em)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm)
Aye pussc boy tell yo bitch to stop watching me (Watching me)
On there telling lies they be cappin all

oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Tell Em I Am BOSS
I'm in my mid 20s, everything is out to get me
The way the world has change these

(in my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got

at it like crack addicts, we cooking serving em heat
Flame on we torch em like Johnny Storm, read em and weep
We smoking OG by the OZ
Why they acting like

that pass me by are evil
And all the boys that step outside are see through
I just can't touch or see their love and I used to hate it but now I think I