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raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
outside when you heard my brother cry for help
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
Like everything was alright
And a fight he tried to put up,
Meh, whatever the case is
The card he played was Ace of Spades but no races
A spastic, some call him loony
When he spit a tomb sarcastic, it's Paul
The two-faced who pretend liberality but are
Practiced bigots in their own
Mean little spheres i
Didn't tell my daughter whom to marry
But I'd have broken her
was a mountain!)
ETHELL was a tree
Growing off of his shoulder
(ETHELL was a tree growing off of his shoulder)
(hey, hey hey!)
Billy had two big
of the tactics
Some died, live in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child
When I
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
shiami
W)j3 nshor he
Top of my class
I ain't never been top of my class
That's a lie
Cuz I'm ana let you see me on top of his ass
Don't ask me why,
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
like a regular
Guy, and um, he was like
"Hey! anyone wanna go
To the mall? I'll buy you lunch" something
Like that and we were like sure
Paul I didn't
into the light
So they could laugh in his face
Once they did, the homeless looked up and called his brother by his Name
With every word he said his
and met my brother Russell and asked for my number and when he called I knew it was bad, like the worst thing in the world, but man there's a set up to be
to the club
He coming out with bag in
Hold up let me thank my brother
I wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for these two
They sittin' next to me they had
A mill
not magic but I feel like David Blaine on it
I got demons in my head, they spend all the bands with me
Simon says take some more when he come 'round he
Yeah
When you catch me
I be coolin
You know I be dripped out
Press a button it take off
Hit the corner like I'm Paul Walker
When I talk shit
Bleeding in the darkness
The cell was cold and black
Driven to unconsciousness by the stripes upon his back
He heard a voice crying out his name
His
say na turn by turn
I say na turn by turn
Na so e dey rotate
I say na turn by turn
I say na turn by turn
Na so e dey rotate
Chudie O na my brother
the press-box noise
Because my great-grandfather was Equipoise
Epitaph, Valentine, Paul Revere
I got the horse right here
Just a second, just a second,
Lord thank you for this beef
This for my lil' brother Nate, he ain't even thirteen
Tell Meagan Uncle Gucci say good and stay sweet
Like my children
Browns
Oooh na'er a frown
Frown
A pair of crusty eyes on my face
Schlerb can you take my place
You can drive right
Oh, of course
When I was a kid
I drove
the back seat, named Ming Ling
Last week, them bad streets, was in full swing
For my brothers locked down in G.P. to Sing Sing
Sean Paul, dancehall king
greater is he that prophesieth than he that speaketh with tongues, except he interpret...”
It takes the other two inspirational gifts - divers kinds
my lil' brother Nate, he ain't even 13
Tell Megan uncle Gucci say good and stay sweet
Like my children and my auntie, my niece is pretty
Love my momma
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
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