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on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,

on to the next before a week goes by 
I give credit only where I see that credit is due 
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave

pain cannot be cured by morphine
I might bop to the top like I'm the baby
I didn't change but something changed me
What's my chance of getting an AP

age
Shout out Manny
All my baddies still on my spice
They call me daddy
Always falling I'm a light weight
When I roll a fatty
Always falling I'm a light

gone, yeah, that's the vision
Spice it up, I'm in the kitchen
Got the Ghost, but I write the writtens
Write it all out like a transcript
Demons out

That's What Love Is Made Of

Michael Jackson

Anthology

1986

to cry
Hearts on a tree
Walk by the sea
Snakes, snails, puppy dog tails
Sugar and spice everything nice
Yeah-yeah, alright

One more thing
You take

to glide 
Quantis out here rolling up these niggas like they spice 
If you see me shining then you know I gotta ride 
If you see me shining then you know I

everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is

the headknocks on stage while I sweat lots 
Since age nine at Grassroots so I can't forget Redlocz 
And peace to him and everyone at the Beats Bus 
For showing

He gave your ass a sixty
Put ya forehead in yo ass and
Leave your face plastered in pictures
I'm ridin' on Mounting Rushmore's
I'm rich like Richie

Elevated by the way I be providing the spice.

(Verse 2)
You need it, I got it.
You fueling, my rocket.
My limit, can’t find it.
Addicted, can’t stop it.
I

niggas, "Spray like 50" (brrt)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like fifty, mine was nine-fifty, sissy

Fuck this club up
Fuck

the building
Watch your wallet, watch your spice
London Heights
Keep your balance, keep your sights
Road men in the building
Watch your wallet, watch your spice

This is Puppa Richie wid di lyrics ago hit
Branches pon di tree, pon di floor yuh call dem sticks
1980 style, Rub-a-Dub it ago hit
The people in

Slide out LAX when I land
With a Backwood in my hand
Know I said I'm quttin' them Backwoods
But I try the best that I can
Richie with me, that's

, pull up with the 9
Pull up with the

Cash in with the ride, tell me when I'm gonna die
Is you even getting high? Could you tell it by the kind
Look,

Lame ones, I just spice those
With the hail, really I know
Me and Twiztid on sight though
Flows cold, nigga ice cold
When I maneuver these pipes those
I

was dangerous, I would have tried to relieve my mental anguish years ago
By taking revenge on one of the many people who have severely wronged me
But I

Don't Get Nine

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

Ahh, don't get nine, nine, nine, 
You only get one chance don't get nine, 
Don't get nine, nine, nine 
You only get, only get, only get... Ahhh x2

This Beat To Be Killed By A Rookie 
Tryna Stack My Dough, But My Blunts Full Of Cookie 
And I Got The 9 Get You Picked Off Like A Boogie 
Something Like

might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole

and recalibrate
A plan to navigate
Move forward push the strategy
And give thanks to the greatest
A new wave, Catch me outside
I leave on a Tuesday
Be back by next

Cloud Nine

The Temptations

Anthology [1973]

1973

Depressed and downhearted I took to cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine
Folks down

Cloud Nine

The Temptations

Walking Dead

1995

Depressed and downhearted I took to cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine
Folks down