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profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
the days by hours
And this is what you'll find.
When the short hand points to one
Try to think of what you've done
I'll see your eyes of blue
When the hand
(Katana of the damned)
(The world is my stand)
(This is getting out of hand)
(Summoning demons in the sand)
1, 2, 3, my wrist crisp like iced tea
myself in a cage
Look, I was angry, Even Mary couldn’t tame me
Wasn’t the same me, even Mickey couldn’t save me
They said that I was crazy, when I’d sit in
walk through
And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet
But you
'Cause I've used my talents as I
all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
Woke up quick at like 3: 02
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
a child in a manager?
C#m G#m A
Why do they trouble to follow a star?
E F#m B7
What do they (we) think they (we) will find
E F#m B7
In this
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we
really does exist
But I digress
They got me tapped
And on a bucket list
But last week
I came fast
With like three chicks
I gave them weak dick
That ocean
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
10-9-8-7
Hope I see my niggas in heaven
6-5-4-3
Make that green come to me
2-2-1-1
My actions say that I'm the one
2-2-1-1
Make that cash before I
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
what l gotta do
So l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm
Always waiting for the boys in blue.
Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the
Cellular
here
[Master P]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto
the pussy drips
Yeah I'm an angry nigga (Fuck it)
Top notch, skipping like hopscotch
Soon, I'm gonna have the whole city locked
Watch
What, you don't know?
But like Nino Brown
I wasn't born with a
Silver spoon my mouth
It was a struggle time
For a child between 7 and 9
I did what I had to do
In order
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes, that boy's not right
Three years ago when I
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
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