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Like Melvin up in Baby Boy
I done fought my way up like Roy
Or Floyd
So
If I want palm trees
In my backyard
Mountains and sunsets
I'll go to the wild

The Battle of Epping Forest

Genesis

Selling England by the Pound

1973

a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that

tracks that we can't stop it
We gone stack it
We gone cop it
We gone drop it
Droppin' fat tracks that we can't stop it
Roy G I got that nacho cheese
We

Jugada de kimich
Escritos de osiri
Con roy's en el fting
Son toy's con delirio
Pues no se definen
No son lo que viven
I dont fuck tu fobia nigga!

Its keep

Now dis is di traveling way
Traveling Style
My God is a
Song by daddy U Roy
Say love is not a gamble
Your love aint got no joy
Hey
Come shake yuh leg

them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel

yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only

the toy quick
I got the toy dipped
The toy siton them big boy lips
Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr
Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr
I know you heard what i do to you

[Intro- Lil' Flip]

You know how we do it man

Ain't to many people ballin like us man

I go by the name Lil' Flip

I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones

Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So

[Intro- Lil' Flip]
You know how we do it man
Ain't to many people ballin like us man
I go by the name Lil' Flip
I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones Jr,

to the streets  
Yall yall know where I hide out nigga east side nigga it's gone to the east 
Yall don't want no beef bruh 
If you want it with me bruh 
Bring ya

nigga east side nigga it's gone to the east
Yall don't want no beef bruh
If you want it with me bruh
Bring ya back and I don't hide nothin
I'm all

worried
I don't give a fuck if I offended you
Hit you with the cannon
Heard you was owing like Roy O'bannon, I'm living a life of famine, I'm hungry
Like

I get there
Organic, gambit, wars what I declare
Nice natural bitch with big hair, listens clear
And she's not distracted by the wrist wear
Im

showin' me they colors like it's Roy G. Biv
Like what I did when I'm just tryin' to make a way for homies and kids
Voluptuous cribs with vettema bibbs

Damn

I've never been boyed
From a junior, I've been on my Jones like Roy
Undefeated like Floyd
I just want to kick back on an Island
Seashore looking Sandy

an ideologue, but I've got a lot of ideas
I find it hard to organize all the pieces
Never really owned it but can't find where the lease is
If it's taken by

Don't Be Mad

Pete Rock

NY's Finest

2008

and the rest of y'all boys
Rest in peace to Trouble T Roy
Usually produce a hit record now I'm making the noise
Calm and poise, got inflection in my voice

Collar green like a rottie next door
I really wonder
It's ya boy Roy!
And if you wonder if the raps straight plunder like Columbus did
Outnumber ‘em

killin' the big homies
Yeah, I went by a different belief
I was the one who they called during rush hour
'Cause I came through and clear up the streets

Solo, my flow go so bozo
Lookin' like Roy Mustang in a wet coat 

I go where the hype goes
Flight mode, tight flow when i write those
Just know i'm man

my setting
I only bought one chain and that's all I'm getting
All my other money going into my betting
And the only thing I'm betting on is Foreign Roy

mcdonalds felt like giving back
Trap numbers paying me so i had to bring it back
She wan fuck on d roy but brody said no strings attached
Aye now nigga bring