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and them chains
I'm really full of pain
I'm shooting for the stars I've been working on my aim
They want a headstone by my name but
I can't say I feel

with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out

Welcome To Deadication One
By MojoGodDai
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't worried bout none my opps
They know I'm on fire
Feel like I might retire
I been feeling

confusing
Comparing wit me other
Losers Don't you do it
The one only
Them other niggas Phony
Speaker Knockers
I ride by my lonely
I need all my bread
Fuck

there's nothing left

It's like I'm drowning
In this muddy water
Dragged down by this ball and chain
These hounds claw at my feet
It's getting harder

bout yeah i really live this lifestyle
I be breakin' it down by the ounce, woah i got large amounts all up
In my trap house, yeah i make it rain on them

town get out my town)

Ian never really had no pt to piss in water
Always had to get it right back work
Praying for no real struggle that's a Brrr
All

I've got an old young blonde for myself
But she's been dying her hair so often
I am in need of a picture of her on my shelf
I hold her well
Keeping

water to the coffin
I asked "is there anyone worried where we're walking"
They replied "of course" but I see it in the eyes it's the money talking
Muddy

Ridiculed overruled 
By ya peeked demands 
I don't seek ya man 
Or your rattle plans 
Bitch I am the man 
The holy mother land 
Every soul from my land 
Can

now
These rappers telling lies
Usain with the run around
Got myself covered like a huggie now
Mojo stay so cold
Might bring a buggie out
Austin powers
I

got it from fried chicken 
Let snakes in the house now you mad that the pies missing 
Muddy ass water and shit 
Dunks be the kicks 
And if I scuff em

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

Chasin' down rabbits with a bolt-action .22

It's why muddy water runs through my veins
Why I never get tired of hearin' them trains
It's a drive-through

on mother Theresa
Look I got a mill on my visa - we up 
I’m working my mojo 
 cobra ki - don’t step in my dojo 
U pussy you sweet like hot coco 
Dipping popo 

Nigga give me a reason 'tis the season
And I'm believing in the teachings of jesus
So I turn the other cheek uh shit gets deeper
And by cheek I mean my

masked by the business man
Silencers on the hammer got it sounding like percussions from Timberland
We got a problem I'm sending em in
I get to waiving

just a livin' for the minute.

Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim

skipped two stages
When I see your man, I'm hating
Only cause I know he got my spot, I'm patient
I'm working on my project, me and you beyond sex
Look into

'm sick of bein' used by love, I just wanna find someone
Trudgin' through muddy waters, lookin' for love
It ain't easy, knowin' I can't tell where we're

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is

sentences, I sentence you to the row, man
'Cause I, umm, got it locked
Mojo out of control, man
Slow role in a stolen Pontiac through the backroads

alivin' for the minute

Chorus
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned

time you shot, it was off a little bit
Then you came back and got rebooked
Twenty-four karat, all gold on my neck, you think I got it from Egypt
If