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cash
I was working late you can not relate can not relate
Young nigga putting food upon the plate upon the plate
Try to flex on me with yo mans with yo

cash (getting cash)
I was working late, You can not relate
(can not relate)
Young nigga putting food upon the plate
(upon the plate)
Try to flex on me

roo you tonight

Come here, sweet baby sit by the fire
Watch all the flames
That grow higher and higher
Tea's on the stove food's in the pan
We ain't

Feed them water
Before taken to slaughter
For the food fight I'm down
Yeah yeah
Can I live?

I got the law maker
Wrapped around my finger
I tell him what

Addicted To Rubberbands

2 Chainz

T.R.U. Realigion

2012

Prada hoes
College ho, Zone 3, niggas with a lot of gold
Snoop guard the door
I just love being by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little

Eradicating frequencies polluted by garbage
Aim to raise the turn-out for the harvest
Higher powers, noses covered in powder
Scared that winds of change bring

the holding cell, separated and my mental shakin
No food for 24 hours
The shock left me with no appetite
I called my father in tears, a soul crippled with fear

for 3
In the zone Cover 2
In my zone All alone
Like they couldn't cover you
I'm in the zone 

Ain't nobody spitting like me
Be for real 
Nobody spit

learned to paint them pictures that shit came with critics
Aye like that first time she had stop by and cop that three five
I had to gone head and get with

like fifty vans (let's work)
They never seen fifty grands (no)
They never seen fifty bands (never)
By the time you get your food (ah?)
It's been

and turned for home
Xavier Mertz was there with me and Cherub Ninnis just we three
Were left to carry on our fate unknown

The black crevasse claimed Ninnis

soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought

datll getcha knocked
Rule#1 we dont ever knock
Rule #2 keep it by ya side
Rule#3 dont dap up a opp
Rule#4 dont talk to da cops
How u say u street but udk

, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh
(Peace out for '92, in the nine-tres)

One time for my niggas who made it this far
Two times for my niggas who knew i'll be a star
Three times for my niggas there when I got the scar

Get Yours

Grandmaster Flash

Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang

1987

yourself
And if you need a little push,here's food for me thought
We know that you can do it,so take no shorts

Get yours,winners never quit
Get yours,go for

Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch

Nothing no dey sight dey bee pass you
Your beauty no get end I see times 2
Am falling for your food you put spells in
Your kanzo dey jorm mama

to write
So I just my eyes for just ten minutes
It will be alright
I got

I got three papers due by the end of the night
But your bitch he up on me like he

Otherwise known as take a nap bitch
Oh, I see you're stressing, come here
Let me make you sink in your chair
When really, you should be dressing up
For your

the bottle
You put it in a teapot
It becomes the teapot

Water sign, you can catch me by the ocean
Sun kiss, meditating for devotion
Can't swim, light saver

of a delinquent
But with this rhyming I'm distinguished
God designed me as a linguist
Forming diamonds out of ingots
Never blinded by the trinkets
I was plotting

and three children. More details at 10.

We can't bury this man without prayer!
There is nothing to pray for sir.
He has entered a much better world then

into your eyes
My eyes are on a million miles away

I'm not a real woman, I won't cook your food
I'm not on page 3 drinking gin in the nude
I'm bored by