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me
Uh, you never wanna leave me
I can die for you odo
Sweetie pie I’m there for you
I will always be by your side
You keep holding me so tight
Don’t

as your angels
Expect I couldn't bear to watch
I'm tearing off like a paradox
You can't square against the most prepared
In this pair of docs suck my pears,

off dead
It sucks to me, the one and only as I sit here by my lonely
Separated from the world cause the world is so phony
Hear my cries, tell me why

Given by the Lord
You couldn't say they weren't mine
So we they say God is good
I gotta say all the time 

Oh Glory glory Hallelu 

Fast forward 
Twenty

vision knowing you're my girl

This one of those champagne flutes
So we toast to good health, relax and renew

Eye to eye, surround ourselves with good

Numbers, bitch I’m 1K
Don’t ask if I’m hands-on
These niggas pussy like some tampons
3 my slime from the jail house
That’s another postage stamped off
DSQ

Imagine that you got a lotta shit but not the girl you want the most
Man I'm ignored like a ghost
There's a lotta pain in my throat
Impossible to boast
Damn

met a black face that you trusted, or is it that you never met a black face and adjusted? I tried to keep cool, but you forced my hand. Based off skin,

black though

Off the 1942 feeling so classical

My heart on my sleeve like the shit fashionable 

Girl didn't we go every place you asked me to go

N.y

dick off, it get sticky
I handle my business, she hand me the blicky
Sip on the liq, I get thirsty
I roll up the blunt and she pour up the Henny
She pour

just tryna make my ends
You're just tryna keep us friends
Cycle goes around again
Oh
Gotta kill these habits, I
Gotta kill these demons, they're
Never

the same 
While the days pass by 
Life's a gameplay of torture where they hate half time 
Missed my funeral cause i was drinking late last night 
You can

the hood

Hard to keep your faith when all you see is jugs
Niggas throwing gang signs, get that understood
Now we got a line on the plug, we bout to eat good

Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,

the door
Feast on decaying meat
The engines passing by
Dead eyes will not care
To help me live or die
All they do is stare
It feels like every room is

Simply Amazin'

Exile

Below the Heavens

can act like a fool
But y'all be done by noon off a' one light beer
So yeah fuck my crew
But let's get one thing clear
Y'all can't keep up with us

're missing
You're slipping from my grasp
Walking on broken glass
Trying to keep you from fleeing
You're disappearing
Gone for good
And there's nothing I can do

Rockin' It

Fearless Four

Fresh [Original Soundtrack]

1994

guaranteed to be on time
You're like me, you got good taste just look at my bod' and face
Microphone wizard is in the race and I am in first place
Cause

If you could see from the
Perspective in my eyes, you know
I could see by your expression
That the message was denied
And it won't, seem to ever let

Outta Space Love

Group 1 Crew

Outta Space Love

2010

the world isn’t big enough- gimme that outta space love

You got your ticket raise your hand
If you really understand
That we can take you by the hand

misfits
You sabotage this we just gon add ye to the hitlist
No sleep, spare bed, bro Happy Christmas
Chuffed with my materials, that girl on my wish list

in my room writing the bassline
And the drums and the melody and harmony too
Yeah to stop think you'll need a fucking army or two
I'm with lions

racks
I want it all and you know what I do 
My name is Legend so I can not lose 
They telling lies
While we telling truths
You said that you didn't

I need love and that's all
Baby girl take off your clothes and come and sit on this jaw 
We can go to the mall
I can buy you some fits 
Saying every