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of the time
Hour by hour
You shouldn't throw stones
In a glass home
I can see that you struggle
Waistin' all your time
On me
Such a sad little life
Don't ya

been kinda dead so I just came in to revive shit
No more parties up in Cardiff got me stoned like Medusa
And I'm leaving in a Storm like the m'fucking

going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,

I've got

From sinking like a stone



Sour grapes, yeah, we've got 'em

Don't need rain, just a glass of water

Yeah, it's lonely at the bottom

It

and sour
Not to mention, Sour Patch Kids
They've got Hershey bar's by the hour
Snickers, Milky Way, They've got Twix
Reese's Piece's ooh their my favorite

Sour Grapes

The Honeydogs

Here's Luck

2001

a stratch

It's easy to break
It's the waiting that kills you
It's hard to say
I think we're going down soon---

Sour Grapes
Yeah, we've got them

that
All that white and sour diesel
We be moving that
That's word to my thirty-six O's
I'm still the same nigga
With the thirty-six flow
In thirty days

Workin' this shit by the hour, I Want the money and power
Don't wait til I'm gone to give me My flowers
I'm livin' and they  looking sour

The sky

dont go on your own
So pick up yourself watch your tone
All his laws were written in stone
And he'll always help thats what i have known
Help out your

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in
A center fold by ugly tenements
Oh distribute sour inhalants
Regulate lobby developments
Today summon the rug rat

Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap

I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy

spliff was twisted
Left the porch wet
Little did I know we would miss it
Left my heart by the grave
Touch the stone and kiss it
I mean the pain was gifted

'm that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey

Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for

sprouted branches
Still my roots have room to grow
You can tell I bleed the boogie
By the way I drip my soul
Memories on Hiawassee
Forever written in stone

Yeah, doing jumping jacks while asthmatic
I'm trynna breath but it's ass backwards
Rap bible Young Stone the pastor
Passing by and catchin eyes, they

Five Minutes of Funk

Whodini

Greatest Hits

1990

So either get loose, or you aught to get lost
Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing
Cause I'm the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine
I'm 'a give you

another day in the sky
Let's fly so high with the bleeding eyes
I'll drop by supplied with a fresh pipe
Start every day with a bowl
Float outside and watch

a robot (skrrt)
Ar-15 and it fold out (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Patek or the Richard when I go out (hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

Back in the day I was by myself, might as well
Give loneliness some use, that's what my psyche felt, we could call it mind as well
Grasping

The Night We Called It a Day

Manchild

The Night We Called It a Day

2002

I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You'll get chopped off by the needle

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I

Runnin' up the stairs on a tower
Runnin' up these Ms by the hour
If I drop a gem, money showers
When you get your taste, they get sour

This shit gon'

would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain

Give a fuck about these haters man
I