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all sorts of interesting creatures.
One of the things that made Jack so special was his ability to communicate with animals. He had a way of making
listen to this
And take it on, on the run
Tell me baby are you having fun
I thought by now you'd think it over
I thought by now that you would agree
That
come I’m at peace
I’m in the arms of my lover
I’m in the hands of my lover yo
Lover lover yo
This is the start and the end of the matter
You hold me
says a word, hope he hasn't died
Something's wrong with Jack
Something's wrong with Jack
Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be, I
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
[Erick Onasis]
No game, for no-names
On the mic I spit flames, Rockwells to Janes
I'm the nicest without me in the game
It's a crisis - I control
shit, but they don't know
Got it get it, won't slip, what you on though
Radio won't play this, give a fuck hoe
I JUST DON'T BELONG
Motherfuckers talk
I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you
belong to you, I belong to you
This is my confidence, and my unshakeable hope
Your never-ending love won't ever let me go
I'm found in Jesus Christ, my
belong with me
You belong with me
Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinkin' this is how it ought to be
Laughin'
yeah, this the long one
This life has got me barely
Holdin' by a single thread
Grippin' on my pistol
Squeezing trigger 'til my finger’s red
A lot of folks
Give me my jack! I want my jack back
What are you talking about? I don't know about a jack
Someone's took my jack and I want it back. It was outside
right to Coney Island
This one for all my Brooklyn niggas on The Island
Let's ride through Bushwick and Da Ville it make me violent
Let's take a trip
I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you
fucking believe it
Jack parow, I've never heard this before
Other rappers fucking slit their wrists
Party with us we bounce without hassle
Sit by
with me?
You belong with me
Walkin' the streets with you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinkin' this is how it ought to be
Laughin'
hollaback boy)
Lo Key, jack yo beats, jack yo beats
Lo Key, gonna jack yo beats, jack yo beats
(I'm comin' for your beats)
Lo Key, gonna jack yo beats, jack
Nigga we judged and we fucked and we shuttin' this rap thang down,
Neva takin' no shorts or no losses man,
No way how no foul thang now,
I steadily
(I I)
This is all
This is all
This is all
I'm giving to you
Glory belongs to you
Glory belongs to you
Glory belongs to you
Glory belongs to you
Thank
My father's name was Wiggins but they called me Thomas Greene
I was born the year of 18 and 49
My world is colored black but my hearing is keen
It's
where truth is
Truth lives in me so I'm a free prisoner
Living in the bars I'll be spitting for my listeners
My lyrics are the realest, you're
the puppets do
This is coming to you directly
From The Soul Assassins no strings attached
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin' cavi
Makin' Greene like Mitch
like a jack-o'-lantern
Laughing like a jack-o'-lantern
There's a cold wind that blows between the weeping willow trees
I'd hope to reach the river by
at my rival crew
This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru
Y'all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies
Kill 'em all one by one
Bend 'em up
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