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surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
my head
Say all the things that have not been said
When you sleep at night I'll be in your nightmares
God tried to kill me, but I ain't dead yet
Crazy
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
Be Done, 3, 2, 1
Your song is sung in 3, 2, 1
It's time to let another come
And do the things that you have done
And life goes on in 3, 2, 1
Dead
on any given day
What a brother know, what do Flavor say
Why do the record play that way
Prime time merrily in the day
Right now this radio station is
panic of course, is those loser landlords
Listing housing at a price no single local can afford
Gentrification is an observable phenomenon
Going
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Some Say I'm Crazy For
You do what you can do
Bit by bit
Putting it together
Piece by piece
Working out the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
the thing to do is throw your arms around him! Hold him close to
You! Look him straight in the eyes! And then you tell him you tell him, you
Say "now baby
couldn’t walk a mile in my big ass shoes
(cuse) niggas say my accent make them sick
Shit I say my accent made me rich
Put it in a couple of my billboard
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
much
I think I think too much
I think I think too much
A man shaped by his surroundings
Lounging in angst
Take an ant hill and make a mountain
Exude
again
In my head without a care
You'll find me in my happy place
Heavenly father, gotta say I ain't been sleeping well
Keeping well, think I lost my
can't go back
I got stuck into the rotten room and all my days are black (wack)
I meant mentally and physically everything is blocked by them
I don’t
niggas think they finna be big, they image is switched
They go from gettin' beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They actin' like they got the Vanna
a sign
Once upon a time
Here we go again
Tell me when the fuck is it all gonna end?
Once upon a time
I was on the run
I don't know what to say so I guess
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But
to lose|Who am I to say if I'm gonna get away|Tryin' to make a livin' not making any pay|Gotta do what I can to survive|The music is the only thing keeping me
with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
you think it's a spoof
Look at who dead
By the fed on the news
Don't need to know what to do
(Do it)
Do what you need when you do
(Do it)
You should
in my head
Think I'm better off dead cause
Better off dead (Off dead)
Better off dead (Better off)
Better off dead (Without you by my side)
I'd be
motherfucker who think this is
On the celly bumpin' Makaveli
I hold no grudge
You diss me, I diss you, love is love
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
lord's heaven
Get your chest laid out wit the FM 57
You think shit you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
and Kelsey ain't do it then that bitch shot herself (haha)
Think about it, any three of them might could be the shooter
Don't take what I say personal it's
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