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(My due)
I just want, I just want
My, my due!
Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream
You saw me think twice and thought you had one up on me
I spent

wanna be served by a millionaire (Skraight up)
Still would get you hit if I was a billionaire (On God)
Pull up to the Gucci store to chill in there (On

Where the Hood At

DMX

Cornerstone Mixtape, August 03, Vol. 53

where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that

of our minds were free
whenever we spent time apart
Boy it seems like eternity

So I can't understand why you brought this pain into my life
Oh tell me why

Popping now, soda can
Focusing, don't pretend, hey
Yea it failed, go again, hey
All them plans, that you had, made
God remix every plan in his own way
So

a drastic change, I mean
I fucking love my girl
At the time it was trust I whirled in the dirt rubbed our relationship in the gravel
Why must I bask in

and turned it to triumph
I'm humbled and willing to follow whatever you have
It's all by your design
God you were there
You brought the light in me out of my

the time that I spent
Finding myself
Restoring self worth
Healing my hurt.
My heart on alert
With all that you've done
cnd all that I heard
That you did

the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got

you
Who are being protected and shielded by the power of God
Through your faith for salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time
In this you

alone
All my needs
These needs are filled by you God
Can't break what we've got no
'Cause it's you alone
'Cause of all the times I've been in need

God that I have the life that I have
This story's still too short, I'm only 17
I'll prolly write another one with more stuff in between
But for now,

much more to do
And, Proof, I'm truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
The thought of no more me and you
You gave me shoes, Nikes like

of your own volition 

I don't need God to make up the decision
To be a little more loving in my life

I don't have a prayer for you, I walk on two-way

you and go to my house
It’s fly
I swear to god that you guys are logs and
Guys are planting it in you every time
This has made me such as crazy and you

tracks
After tracks after tracks after tracks 
Haters keep on laughing
Don’t bother me mutha fucka I’m rappin
Got more bread 
Than you’ll ever have man

sh** ain't going nowhere
Put you outside with the cold air
Bring you back in like your pops did
When you were six, with your nappy little fro
Now you got

And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della

Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window

on the sinner's side

I touched him again last night
He said
This must have been the sixth or seventh time
I don't know
I must have lost count
It was pitch black

shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back

Woo!
Don't tell me to calm down, man I'm calm now
How many times you went to the same town
To buy that weed?
But by any means I'm gather my enemies

The more stuff you have
The more problems you have
Mo money mo problems
Well I call that shit entitlement

Entitlement is no accident
It's our own

to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do

to mention, maybe cause my swag is different
Nothing means nothing
Nothing means nothing

Nothing means nothing, what do you mean by that
More I'm talking about