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good to be true (yea)
Sent a bag to them boys they don't miss when they shoot (they don't miss when they frrt frtt)
I'ma east buff baby I seen bricks in

at my stories, feel like Stanley
Just because you own a gun don't make you manly
Just because you wear a suit don't mean you fancy
When I come around, all

Mack the Knife

Sybersound

Party Tyme Karaoke: Oldies Party Pack [2003]

2003

Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town

I

your boy out I'm fancy
Ima take showers in Fiji water singing this the way God planned it
By Billy Preston, she bought ass and some titties it didn't

Shut Up

Trina

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 4

2000

Boy jeans you're wearin?) 
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time 
been wrong to chop somethin done by one

I'm way out on a limb here this time
Had to have my fun and oh boy I look fine
Took her to fancy places and got nice clothes
Way expensive food

boy out there
Some rude boy out there
Is hunting you
Is hunting you

Here they come the thunder rolling
Punished you as fast as lighting
Com’in through

What a Way to Go Out

Souls of Mischief

93 'Til Infinity

1993

out
chillin
I get top be	-illin
Until with my li'l friends the cops caught me
God-damn, the sentance they gave me
I'm in the pen with no clout
But yo, I

gon' creep
On your street, this drac won't miss a beat, so ain't no hittin feet
Straight delete, we leave your ass deceased
You be RIP'd, so boy think

to sleep
Tameka oldest boy
But been a man before i stood on my feet
Keijuan Abdul-Jabbar
My hooks go in these niggas know it's me
My denim by G-Star
Raw

the typewriter

Steal a hundred thousand dollar shades, I'm like LiAngelo
You gon' miss the shot like Russ, I'm not talking D'Angelo
Hit his ass up with

figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein
This time last year back in the black
And now I stack, rinse, and repeat
Ain't miss a beat
Huh
Might miss a few

as planned we do pray

When the guy rocks up in his fancy suit
And the girl rocks up in her lavish dress
The whole audience is left on mute
Looking at the two

the way
Were some people I ain't seen before
I get paranoid when I'm on the road
Lyrics suit me business from head to toe
Spirits whooshing in and out of my

Welcome to the laidback Hotel
Check in when your life's gone to hell
Leave your troubles by the gate
Tommy our hell boy 
Will make sure they're safe

dressing fancy for going out
Just miss having some of my friends around
To chill in the house
Quarantine with the Wife ting
Keep it clean in the cribbo
Just

like you twenty-five
That's why you be in the club with a suit and tie
Walking round like you a boss but gotta be at work at five 
Club don't close til

ya bitch got an eye for how to make a boy shine
It really ain't too hard if ya got the right tools
They say you gotta be fancy, don't skimp out

Well, she knew how to kiss
She knew how to love
She knew everything I was thinking of
Just like a lonely boy in her arms
I was a victim of a false

Uh, drillin' by myself
I don't need nobody else
Wish my dad was there when your boy needed help
And now that I'm on, family want favors
But they

What
Ima rock up in a suit and then murder you
Call up your bitch and she ain't never heard of you
Call that a steal my steel is real
I slice up

around right around the corner
Writin’ rhymes till six in the mornin’
Nice suits boy, you know how we showin huh?

All day, all day
All day, all day

Kimora
Marc Jacobs suit, as I stun in my fedora
I got a lot of holes
I fuck like the majority
Love hospital dick down the orderly
But my bitch, she been

till my young nigga tackle
Hop out, I'll black a mirror down, I look like Draco
Diss me, come and miss him
Harry, the platter, put a nigga in a suit