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than strong, yeah boy and it's over
When I feel the funk around
I turn to K and say "and it goes!"

Dunk the Funk things are gettin' real funky
Dunk

hurt you again
Baby give me one more chance
Bad girl bad girl what you gonna do
Big boy I’ma come for you
Fall in love with you all over again

One by

and gentle on that radio channel

mary wants her higher than high



faces keep on smiling

smiles are getting frailer

mary try and listen to me...



escape!

be MIMI
See me on the TV screen
Tell me are we trick or treating
Cause they all scream
More KanD please

I spit bars deadlier than
Dope laced with

That got me in the mood I'm in

Open the door to
Something you can't imagine
That's the only way
The floor above the flags and

The boys are all lost by

blow me 
Yea 
Whoa oh oh 
I blow dough I get some more 
Cop everything in the store baby 
Two the left I pass that dro 

I'm so fresh I'm so fly

door behind me
I have to move
It's not by choice, it's only time
I did all of this before
You can't count the sores
Only thing harder than my feet is my

except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it

How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard

of that man, know I fell out from his hands
He didn't do me worse than, and all of his friends
Them niggas out of this world, they came out of the sands

Slide 1,2,3 how many rats do you see? Hmm, yeah Humpty Dumpty boy they wish that was me, they use lies to create a sensation- how much you think

six
Can't fuck with a bitch if she suck more than eight dicks
Grip the mic, take flight, all these phonies fake right?
I'm Doc D you're not me, I'm

On the forfeit towns, where they misbehave
Where they skip the bills and they radio slave
I'm a cutthroat boy, you're an empty grave
We can still be friends,

you think you gone ride on me
I spit with the passion for every close one that died on me
And i done did a bid for all the fuck boys that lied on me
Set

Flex

D-Bo

Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family

2012

a McLaren
What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it
Man, I bought a half a pound

the lord fueled by the infamous roar
I am the realest b-boy
No need to toy, all of you will be destroyed
Murder and butcher your corpse
No remorse, send you

a helmet to stir up the ranks
One Donna Summer, two more by Chic
Three Sylvester, Toot toot beep beep 
But look there's Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye  
That

i wanted to make change 
Whether is what jacking some candy from the store 
Not knowing that when i did would turn into wanting more
Not knowing

Spring is on the way 

Radio Voice: it's ya boy JR Anthony with AFM Radio. It's about 102 degrees out here on this spring day but I've got something

out the box
Yuh gotta listen more than yuh talk 
Yuh gotta wise up before yuh sparks up
Cause I've seen too many soldiers fall running from hard work

conscious rap become corny?
Why should I let the corporates defy me?
Radio suckers never play me
But that's the HI 5@9, that shit is crazy

I feel alone in

And plus the fact she gon' get a degree
Then come back and get a job and make more money than me
The same for you Joe, you got something to fall on to
This

I got the drip, but this ain't for sell
More than a wave I can drown a whale
They want me to slip
Want me to fail but I got the game grip like a rail

Boy I'm 'bout to go ape shit
XTZ off the A-list cause celebrity ain't shit
Once they realize who made this
Fuck that punk ass drug addict rap
I eat

Fact is you judge a book by the cover
Don’t know the half
Just know I’m bad
And that’s word to your mother
To photograph

Chorus :
Said I ain’t on your