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altar boys
Thirty-six dollars for Amtraks to Illinois
Taking coolers full of blues stuffed in kikusui koi
Gut you like them too, ain't motherfucking Kid

can't buy that happiness.
Do you have too little money?  Boss not deposited enough?

Chorus:
Do a Wall Street dance.  Don’t you take a chance?
You can

Da Heist

Beelow

Ballaholic

2000

Dirty jumped over the counter watch them bitches in the back
Tron grab the camera so you can hide a nigga face
Snatch the tape out there make a clean get

Life

Kin

Kin Offerings: Rain from a Cloudless Sky

2007

getten flopped, plus you got a fuckin attitude 

Life
Life's a constant struggle 

I was never really understood, had a lot of misunderstandings 
Not

Life

Kingspade

Kingspade

2004

getten flopped, plus you got a fuckin attitude 

Life
Life's a constant struggle 

I was never really understood, had a lot of misunderstandings 
Not

and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like

could, you'd see this nigga had the balls
Battle scars, I'm chillin' now
Your rent what my Bally's cost
Ya little bastards, y'all matter fact faggots

I say a prayer to my Ruger 9
Hollow out the lead nigga
That'll chew your spine
I'm not a killer but a
Threat is probably suicide
If you can make it

feels like two centuries

Our pictures sit on my wall
Your smile’s not a little bit small
And there’s just something bout watching your blue eyes
Like

to hold them, that's a kink (ha)
Soon as she give me the code she gon' bend it over, let me in (huh)
Instead of protectin' your ho, you just should have

feel what you feeling 'cause
I get that feeling
That Innerprize Clicc ain't got no ceilings

Yeah, I'm the one, not the two
Add one plus one
You get

IN THE MIDDLE 
Written by Twila LaBar 

There's a river running between us 
It's really not that deep or wide

But we're standing like it's a canyon

he harmonies are saved by echo
They play a simultaneous solo
God forbid they be heard
The musicians are much too humble
And the singers all just mumble

everybody's on a National bender
30 standard drinks from noon
Maybe break it up with a little goon
Feeling pumped to start the day
By the end my stomachs pumped

the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey!

on

Little booties matter too

So go ahead girl

Do yo thang 

And get yo shake on

All naturale 

Ain't got no makeup on

She bad to the bone

Ain't got no

knockin' that Wu-Tang 
Outlaw like Hussein 
My crew not too sane 
Crazy little niggas now we grow’d up tho
Custies ringin’ back to back I’m like hold up yo

My mind's in the gutter and my body's in the garbage 
I Got nothing left to part with 
Name in the flame when the pain makes it rain - arson 
I'm not

the gutter and my body's in the garbage
I Got nothing left to part with
Name in the flame when the pain makes it rain - arson
I'm not far from particle target

Maybe here I'll find a wife
I just wanna say it here
Babe, I love you, you, my dear
We are chilling over there
This good feeling is so rare

We are going

It’s got nothing to do with you
I get caught up, in unproductive feelings
You know, you know I swear
It’s got nothing to do with you

Surrounded by

have her twitching 
Don't be fishing for feelings thats something that I'm not catching 
Its all real over here shorty theres some words you can trust
I

Fuckin Wit a Psycho

X-Raided

Psycho Active

and blasting at me
About 20 shots, they never hit a nigga G
I was running low, trying not to get popped
Got chased by hundred white cops
I got shot then I

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not