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Ill Na Na

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center

she ugly as f-"

Tired of looking back
Trying to look in tact
Tired of seeing money by the gram and losing track
Tired of cookie cutter friends they

do you and I do me
These 223's are glued to me
And shoot through fools
It's no movie
(No movie Dawg)
Never taught to bow down
My crown
Wild sounds

therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask

need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by

behaviour thats predative
Background sound to an endless desolation
Tracks into darkness past the end station
Warmest hug peel your skin its so abrasive

Yo wait what happened here
What happened to dancing daffodils
What happened to the sunny side up happy meals
It’s getting bad fr like scary movie no

International producing, make sure you sound chris
You hear the sounds of The Syndicate
Diallo deh ya a cause damage
Jeanius deh pon di track and yes a havoc

We

and we just made a movie
One day bet they'll say that they knew me
Or that I used to spit like an uzi, say something juicy (Huh)
They liking my sound bitch

Light & Dark

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

2003

our Savior, Adrenaline
Adjusted by a situation
Inspiration, that's music
And that's us
Here we go

Ya, that's what I'm talkin' about right there
You

may live forever the flesh is just temporary very Lullabies sweeter than Ben & Jerry's 
Flutter by through my thoughts as I conquer my adversaries

here bears don't cry
I'll sing you a lullaby
Shut your little tender eye
As we let life pass us by
I will be your guiding light
Teach you all your wrong

Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could

run

You allow my mind to stop racing
And night sky looks like a movie set
A traveler, a road trip on screen
With borderlines fade out by wind

Just

Gold
Pull up on a track like! 

Verse 1 
Personality split b**** 
I ain’t talking bout the movie split b****
Hit ya b**** 
Then I split b**** cuz I know

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

holding me back
I put myself and my team on the map
By putting my soul in each one of these tracks
Riding through my city sitting pretty
Cruising in my subi

Movie Stars Man a-Lista
This We You Run Outta Luck
Cause The Gal Love We Pon We Nuh Play Mister
Tun Up The Sound yeah Masterblaster
Truck Back Beat Make

without a sound
I thought it was right, what could I do?
Like a movie came true, when you came out of the blue

Runnin' away, burying piece by piece
Stand

This stuff is just something I've been doing
Since I was probably six yeah
Ish but I guess it doesn't matter
You probably get the gist of
The sound that

the thieves out the treasures
I can kick a freestyle
And recollect the segment
Like a movie, and I still sound groovy

Yo! (Men down)
We are not fucking around

me forever, mind stuck in a cellar
My life been a movie lately, Interstellar
Cocky ass hoes remind me of Bella
Thorns of the roses prickling at my skin

soaked 
And now i'm at an outpost hoping i don't float too far
Be my guiding star be my fast car lullaby until it's smashed car fulfilled by gas sparks

Finding a way, hide it away, waiting for change,
Things are the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,