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of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

America Is Brutal And Meek Mill Is A Hero

Cover Story: Meek Mill is one of
Our generation's greatest street rappers
But can he thrive in

keep going back in like he ain't got a home
I tried to tell my young dog to chill but he still did em wrong
I can tell a bitch got bodies by the way she

coming through 



lock down let beast out 




Am Taking machine all you get is code



written by men story's on told 



fell in love my album getting

stories unfold
It's wondering why these moments go
Too quick too soon we'll never know
It's johnny cash; the ring of fire
Playing with June's burning desire

it
I'ma kill it
I tried to tell 'em
Get the yellow tape
Get them body bags
All black wardrobe nigga
Johnny Cash
Anytime that the Doc is the buildin'

plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon

"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural

Sample the Funk

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

one more album and then I quit
And only one thing could make me say I'm not
And that's one million dollars on the spot
Upfront cash, money, no

trading raw stories

We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes

ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught

Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,

Ya'll better make some room
Johnny's made his way into town
If you got some cash, unlock it
Take it out your pocket
It's going to a greater cause,

Episode 8: Back Blockz

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I

looking fly, they call me propellar
Steal yo girl by selling myself, this fellars a seller
Got a way with words, I'm a good story teller 

Whats the plan

kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it

ceased
That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets

That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese
Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please

no ceiling man
Make the motherfuckers watch me like showtime
Johnny Depp, cinemax, bitch it's blow time
Nigga guess what I'm is, bank teller
You

the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my

Hellz Wind Staff

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got

Ill Na Na

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So

facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets

on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)

It’s Johnny Apple seed planting mother fucking genius. John Legend linguist-ic artistic mother fucking mean kid. And when say fuck you, I mean it. I