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was bad, rapping 'bout guns we never had
Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit
Said you got what's best of mine but you stay

shit hose it down totally and you knows this man 
Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like

explaining to do
I met your dad way back in ninetee-O-two

Way back in those olden days of old
Harry Gills traded supplies and gold
His cargo, precious

before, nah
Jordan steppa, whore neglecta
The game needs me more than eva
I see people getting by with the shortest effort
Well just let me up in there kuz

working in a bank 
The family man, the football fan 
And your name is Harry 
How dull it seems 
Yet you're the hero of my dreams 

I can still recall our

hold
Harry Potter with my craft
Music in the clay i mold
Play it til the day im old

Tell me what good 
Tell me how you feel
Tell me you could
Make this

George saved him
From cotton-headed-ninny-muggins to any one that's triggered by family, man
Like Clark when he's with his cousin
God bless us everyone,

a wizard
I'd imagine Harry Potter
Where is Hagrid where is Weasley
Where's my dear old Hermiona
Where is Hogwarts where's the midget
Someone's changing

don't love your brother
Left my old self I'm clean, hemmed up by G.O.D
Actin' like I'm fuckin' green, list long like a limousine
Got big like creatine,

The next morning they were gone but that was a blessing
I think it was my early Christmas present
House to myself, yes I’m the only presence
I seen Old Man

a bandit
Yea , ok
Still outside w/ rice gang bitch
Ya ya ya
Still out doin same old shit
Fliptard shirts black or white man i dont know which
You get doxxed

This ain't normal

I was told by my brother
You gotta pop off give in to the hunger
Don't tell nobody just stay undercover
Knock all their socks off

a bb belt
Puttin on a realtree pelt
Balls so hot
I made her hands melt
She said her old man smelled
A really bad smell
So I put on some cologne
And put

that old river bend
Got a message in a bottle
I've been waiting to send
Bloodstained battered and maimed
For all the dirty deeds
I am the man to blame

Warfare

Jag Panzer

Ample Destruction

1984

[lyrics by Harry Conklin]

We're on the prowl and our claws are bared
There is no holding back so you'd better beware
My sights are homing in, I feel

(Hey Chris, fuck you!)
EMoney One|11, man
I'm with Flippa, man, I'm havin'
Skrt skrt, let's get it
(Flippa! Whoa)
Hey, man, havin' the gang, man

I'm Me

Lil Wayne

In the Carter Chronicles

2008

The hottest under the sun 
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck

I'm Me

Lil Wayne

Best Thing Smokin', Vol. 11

The hottest under the sun 
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck

Yeah man 
I said lately
My phone been buzzing
(Buzz buzz) 
Old friends calling 
Wanna be buddies 
Ex girls them textin’ 
Wanna sort out old scruffin’

That farm on the edge of town belongs to old man Lee
His family came and settled down in 1893
They ran a steady business hidden, til the sheriff

Carefree and all of those old sounds ringing true
It didn't take too long to say good bye to my youth 
A young man with spiky hair and brand new combat boots

Nathan
Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'

Straight down and dirty for my props
Eleven years old

I'm the sister of a dirty moon

Torn dress on the bed, warm body in the window
Silhouetted by the lamp outside
She's listening to the sound from

225 Rounds

Wu-Tang Clan

Legendary Weapons

2011

tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
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