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pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um
Verse 1
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
first check and put some ice on my neck
Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah
Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah
Comin' from
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
controls my fate
Reflections of light, creates shapes
[Prince Poetry]
Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street
When I pass, I go Beep!
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
the horses mouth yunno
Well truth is niggas in the streets got to get together all over the nation
I'm talm bout we gotta get together in Chicago
We gotta get
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight
worth of game
But I took the back seat
I come from the hardest back street
This shit in my heart exactly
Long live shard
My brother gone man this shit got
twilight and I stood in a greyish haze of the vast empty building
When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All the things of this world it said
controls my fate
Reflections of light, creates shapes
[Prince Poetry]
Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street
When I pass, I go Beep!
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
gonna praise Jesus!
Don't even represent us, like we ain't said nothin'!
Present the flow then grown know where we come from.
Sun come shine in, Equinox
the dances.
And I'd never let the boys from the barracks cut in.
They'd come out of Great Lakes, usually straight off the farm anyway.
And I'd never really
the dances.
And I'd never let the boys from the barracks cut in.
They'd come out of Great Lakes, usually straight off the farm anyway.
And I'd never really
poutine for this child
Cook it up in the wild
The rockies givin us options for hobbies
Washing the toxins out of my body
It's shocking to see what
you a
Lil' higher up the food chain
I'm from Ellis Ave and Hopkins nigga
Grape Street Goon Gang
In '05 I had a 5X white tee
With a MAC-11
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