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shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with

Criticize people that work on Sundays
Two jobs just to feed their kids
Well, momma's scratching lottery
Tickets knowing that it's just a fairy tale
Cus' we

I owe it to keep on going
Like a life of the bars don't cease
I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm

by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A T-L's best
(yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5,

to stay
We'll start you with the picket fence
And 2.5 perfect kids
And take your dreams, who needs them
When all we say is all there is
Level 2
Level 2

me.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me.

7. A Slight Burning Sensation

Am I just some kid that you went to high school with?
Or am I the love

have to call the authorities
By doing sex you're the majority
Just got married had to wait a long time, Lost my virginity at 59
59 Years til I put it in

You wanna feature or wanna come meet us it don't cost a arm and a leg
You wanna try me I guarantee you won't leave w/ a arm and a leg
See I'm from

You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
And pay my rent, and reproduce, then feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't miss you

CUDDLING ON CHRISTMAS EVE
words and music by Rick Paul

Oh, the neighborhood's lit up with Christmas lights
Painting rainbows on the new-fallen snow

I got this pretty brown queen
Her kid's addicted to chicken nuggets
Used to play college ball
But I'm just trying to ball
I'm trying to sit

Like LoLo say, "we're all a little boy or girl inside"
Naked and afraid
Hungry with no bread
A little kid hid by the layers of life we've accumulated

Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Kevin drove a bike for the Dickie Dee
He was older than us by two or three years
With long lanky legs he had

prolly the hardest 
So blinded by all the darkness 
Get writers block like a bitch
Throw tantrums like im a kid
But luckily like a kid I can fix it with

and have to do it three times
Like a charm, no harm
Little pigs on a farm
Bet you'd give your right leg to have my right arm
What's next, copy text
Little

na na
Na na na
Na na na
Imma keep having fun na na
Imma just be myself na na
Growing up as a kid people thought I was Maori
Yeah I get it I done kapas

Achoo!
Places, places 
Oh, I don't feel so well, I think I gotta code
I need all the kids up on the stage to get in your places
Achoo! I think I have

I'm not for everybody but i am what i is
I jam with my hits, cus how else they gon dance with the kid
Beat the beats red til they holding hammer

but
You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
And pay my rent and reproduce then feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't

Cats Van Bags

Atmosphere

Seven's Travels

2003

(????) on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard

More Trife Life

Mobb Deep

Hell on Earth

1996

Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out

A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy

I Like to Party

Salt-N-Pepa

Blacks' Magic

1990

as a casualty on the dance floor 

I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness 

But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this 

If you want to get high step by

I've heard dependence is weak
That I shouldn't need anybody else
They say a powerful girl
Can conquer the world if she's by herself

My roots

Rich and Black

Busta Rhymes

Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

2011

just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistening arm B
Yellow like New York City