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brick by brick, I built this
Now pricks wanna be partners
Fuck outta here

(After I pick up Acosta and meet Levesque)
(We go to the drop)
(How are

about the game, so I'm hunting big buck
Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long
Pass it down to me like a heirloom
The Henny got me wetter than whale

Big eyelashes are my disguise
Big sunglasses hide the lies
A barbie doll room hypocrites and sinners
Preacher man get me high before Sunday dinner

Back Stage Pacin'

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick
Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick

Tried to pry ourselves out of that back road muck
Well, my boots are as treadles as my big ass tires
Couldn't grab no traction, my only desire
When we

to the Durham fields
No uniform, no brass, no shields
Part of The Ministry's big plan
cnd comrades of the Labour man

Strike like iron with the pickaxe boys
Bring

you if by the end you shed a couple tears

Next to my recording spot, got 18 empty beers
Gotta go now, the hoes are callin, gonna bring em to tears

comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back

weekdays
From dusk til dawn
We just sing a long
Might feel it tomorrow
But we'll stay strong
Til the big bright sun
Comes again tomorrow
Camping by the lake

Mosh
They're saying it's the big one, a real F5
Look out ahead, more stage dives
I've never seen a circle pit so fast, I think it's gonna take flight

a place I go to get bored
Get busy get by

Because when I get to the party
See all of my mates from back home
We'll drink cheap beers from Geelong
Listen

Hey how is it going today my main
Man PERCy and me are gonna
Sing You a song not just any song but a
Song that is heartbreaking And expiring hehe

the mirror
Seems as about the dead
Needlessly cry on the pillow
This is just nothing to get
Words of an uppish forecaster
He has been killed what is else
By

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

and shit nigga

Yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas

Yeah, this one sound crispy

Ay yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof, my bullets got glass tips
My guns are so big that they dislocate hips
Slipped

just those few
Well guitars and cigars are all need
An old Ford pickup with just three speeds
A nice cold beer and a 44 and I’ll make do. 
Verse 2
Well I

a big cornfield, farmer's been workin hard all year
But there's changes coming, his tractor's running 

Those cutumn leaves are blowing my way 
I can

Hit the drop dip then i'm dashing
Might drop a reference here call it Savvy
By the end of this it will make you happy

Bars they keep coming in

in better shape
Behind this accepted from heaven
Posses an iron fist
Me not entertaining - attention taken by
Don’t think I’m Big Meech
Quoted Tyrus

2nd Childhood

Nas

SFS: Spit Flows & Safety

2003

psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My

Walking by the river with a knife in my hand
I'm following her footsteps in the sand
My knife is sharp and my hands are strong
I'm walking in the sun

People here are tied to the grind
Day by day, they're living blind
Mass destruction can't do no harm
Might as well put a needle in your arm
Walk out

Mixed by Big Jerm
Produced by Hoyle, and written by me
Alright
Check it out
I remember when I first came around, on Thomas Boulevard, in late July

Put on my big boy boots and kick you in the shoulder 
My screams fly high like I'm Zach de la Rocha 
My hits be clean just like a lint roller 
Bloody