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a have fun with her
Young seven on the track
She can get I'm with it
Want to throw her on her back
Love the way you arch yo back
Tie her up
Fill her up

Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo

It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like

The Rock of My Soul

Rodney Crowell

The Houston Kid

2001

The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other

Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably

I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers

O.G. Original Gangster

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

shit sounds like them"
So, I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts, motherfuckers got scared
'Cause they was

U Better Recognize

Dr. Dre

Murder Was the Case

1994

than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz

you do that I call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death

Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week

Like

by my side
I will never turn if you ever had my back
Call it double 7-5 cuz we rollin’ with a pack
Gotta be on your toes when they comin’ for the neck

clover
Rollings 7s three 6s
Looking over my shoulder
I roll in
Hurricane thought that season was over
In her thang switching lanes
Holding onto her

INTRO

Chyllah

Mano records

 HOOK

All I do is trap all I do is make money
All I do is make money
All I do is make money
7 figures aint nothing you

no phony nigga 
 you ain’t my homey nigga
 you know me Nigga
 I’m shootin shit just like Kobe Nigga 
and I never move in crowds on by my lonely Nigga

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Welcome to the dead zone
24/7 it's a red zone
24/7 know you dead wrong
Leave you in the dirt with a sad song
Sendoff
Trying

on my feet, you ain't got heat to come face an elite
I got the heat I got the heat 24/7 all days of the week
I got the heat I got the heat, laugh in

Glokkmane, Streooo
longboystyle
Stomp the fuck out the rat-boy
Fucker call himself “BatBoy”, 7-7.62 rip him up, like a gnat, boy (grrah)
Leave

Welcome

Asheru

Soon Come...

2001

we don't stop
Hold the live track runners, by weight...my planet rock
 
Whether dream or experience to drop a cd
That burns to the touch on all

and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some

And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying

15 After Da' Hour

Timbaland & Magoo

Welcome to Our World

1997

it out in stores)

Timbaland:
It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7

tie
Since 19
Time passed by
Now chilling out
Eating pad Thai
But

I am the one x13 (cool Arabian singing)
After 7 now
Starting at 13 (start singing

somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo 
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its

God Above Us seven seven seven cross the sweater
Balling on these niggas with no effort I ain't broke a sweat
I just opened up my bag I ain't even in it

yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle