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yours and mine
It's a way to honor family members down through time

Birchard, Rutherford Hayes' middle name was from his ma's
James Garfield, Abram

Peace treat with ya opps he a hoe night and day
My soul always pure ain't no SCK
All the time in the world and they pray on my day
Switch in the night you

the 23rd was the first time he was seen
Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife
And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life
May presidents,

You Missed A Spot
Rocketball  007
By Richard Behan

Bendin all around 
Rompin in the raw
Singin like a song
Were not estamating time 
Cause it's

what mode we in
Blood spilling on a page, guess I broke a pen
World is mine quit wastin time on my planet
When I vanish decode lines of my stanzas

and going back to a 9 to 5
The last time I was in an office I barely survived
That state of mind was where the Norman Sann you and I know derived from
My

'cause it's nothing I does this
All fucking day long

Richard i've got the juice like Bishop
You're not vicious
You're in a team full of fibbers
Boy Better

She says, lift me up oh lift me boys
Let me see the one I love
Lift me up oh lift me now
Let me see the man I love one more time

Broken by starvation

LIKE YOUR RACK--I MEAN, YOU CAN REALLY DANCE!!!!”
BY THE TIME I GOT TO THE RUNNING MAN I THOUGHT
THAT HE MIGHT BE GETTING SOFT THEN HE PICKED UP

life to violence
Load the clip you'll never see us since we move in silence
By the time you get the warning flat line ya heart beat 
Til we get what we

I don't do cash 
I don't want bitches unless they can last 
Had a few girls but that's just my past 
Calling me fuckboy, we gotta clear that 
I've got

Look in my eyes
For your certain demise
Won’t you realize
Ain't no time for goodbyes
You won’t suffice
Gamble ya life
With a pair of the dice
You

ones
I spent my last buck 50 on a hot gun
You ignorant then fuck with me like I'm not dumb top 1
Latin that'll run up in your spot drunk
Jump behind

Then I go to the right, back to the left
Twistin and turnin til I'm hittin a wall
Never give up til I drop my last breath
Turn back around it's a wall in

what's next
A Richard Mill on my wrist
So fuck a Rolex
No disrespect and no apologies I'm not like the rest
I formed a gotta go, getta no bullshit

Oh my God Nate
Nate you can't. No no. Come on man
I got enough shots to last me a whole triller
All that tough shit he rappin' I swear I don't really

apartments to private suites 

Recruit a team of killers i should start up a league

The last boy who was gangsta we had wrap him up in sheets

Order a foreign

Oh I gave her D1, now she running back
Don't need guns, all my niggas keep the straps
Hit you with applause, only time you getting claps
Feds ask; I

real tough
When they pull up in a lorry (aye)
What you go do when it's time to slide? (Uh)
Your mama gon cry by the sunrise (uh huh)
Vvs bling, finna

like a crack high
I tell a bitch I ain't nudding like the last guy
If I say jump all I wanna hear is how high
You ain't fucking I ain't even bouta ask

I'm the Ghost Rider but this time I'm not transparent raised by one
Parent remain with no arrogance God in me no panicking
Industry try make the cats

bitch I'm popping
Almost shed a tear
When I Crenshaw and Slauson
Last time that I checc'd
Change a Marathon but that bitch not Boston
Xenophobia sure

buy time back and I can't deposit outside opinions
I live by God
As long as I'm here I'm under her jurisdiction
I'm just sick of hearing y'all bitching

much drip I get there's always niggas wearing more
L.A. to see the King, she could kiss the floor
You only sitting by that court because you know a nigga