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pussy niggas get rejected over this way
The ghost of Rick James on mixtapes by the lame a mile away
We ain't cut from the same Kinte
Making

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

me like Stevie if touched by Yeshuwa  
Invest residuals in currency and make a killin
ctheism aint nothin nut the devils religion
Pigeon-hole niggas in

like when you spell cello
Bass treble my string section insane weapons
In projects more dynamite James Evans
A simple task in the lab you could feel

Star 6

Scapegoat Wax

Okeeblow

2001

This is for the children, this is for the streets
This is for those cigarettes
That keep you coughing in your sleep
Let me go on

I had a vision, it

Nothing Less

The Living Legends

Almost Famous

2000

of my soul
Born to rebel
I'm the black James Dean of the underground
Yelling at shows
Like rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme under the trees
Wanabees talk shit

Wherever she may be
     She can walk this whole world over
     And never find a man like me

So when I die, please bury me, in my big, 
   black Stetson

Jesse James was an outlaw
Did what he wanted to do
Go where he wanted
Take what he wanted to
Give me what you got
Or you'll get shot
Don't want your

All Gold Everything:

Flow all in my chain flow all in my name
Flow all in my watch
Don't believe just watch homie, Homie, Homie
Don't believe me

Murder I look back in her eyes I see a murderer
Mother's murderer (You'll never get it)
Mother's murderer (Got the whole world trimbling)
Murderer
I'm my

to war
In the kitchen stretching work my nigga
Whipping with the four
Say it short got it all my nigga
But we can work it out
Turn a two into a fo' my

diving in these hoe's
Pussy like "GERONIMO"
Thank Texas, everybody drink pink soda
Range Rover, refrigerated cup holders
Game over, leanin cuz I'm not

Wieso hab' ich mehr Rollis als es Zeitzonen gibt?
Verteil' Boxerkick in dein Face schlagen
Rapper kriegen Rückendeckungen wie James Harden (ya kelb)

Street Life

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens 
Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limousine 
Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno

Got an eight by ten of me and him, when I was about nine
The game was over I was on his shoulders by the fifty yard line
He was a tall and lean

filed them questions one by one
And he knocked 'em down to the ground
While we stood there in line
He said
"I fought with your daddy, child, off the coast

no more
It's way up high but I'ma reach that though
It ain't safe in the house, let this blunt outside
We the ones that fucked you over and fucked

Two Beers Better
                                                  Music and Lyrics by James A. White

Well she came into the bar and I tell you 
She

One bright summers morning as day was a dawning Bright phoebus had risen shone over the lea
And I spied a fair maiden all down by the river While

night we swimming like a porpoise
So, voila! I'm acting like a moron
Bottle of the Jame-o
Looking for something to pour on
Hold on put your coat

to talk about sometimes I swear your
Voice still plays in my head
Now every time I see a star I know that you are watching
Over me In the time we had you

baby, I ain't done yet
Let me get another round, get down
I'ma give you that champion sound
Got me feelin' like Rick James
Super freak when I'm in

Tell the D.J.

Fabulous Girls

Fabulous Girls

I do this for the DJs,even in my PJs,
Ya girl go hard like Nicki and Weezy,
Forget about he say its all about she say,
Call my tour bus

Long Summer Nights

Byron Bank

The Withdrawal

by stars in the night, dodging the hype.
She's a ten which kind of makes her alright 
For a late night convo on Twitter or Skype
The Black James