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Sweeney Todd:	“Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?”

Beadle Bamford:       “Glad, as always to oblige my friends and neighbours.

tryna slide baby
You don't have to change shit you a dime baby
I'm like the Astros I could read the signs baby (Ay)
Yea you on your big flex
Mix the weed

friends,
Damage you niggas so much you wanna worship again,
Let em know what I’m about cause I don’t come here to blend,
Mixed race but I can never mix it up

you move to fast get swolled by quick sand 
Ina club wit them youngyins and they rockn them wrist bands 
But ina field they big soldiers wit the sticks

the white man
Ain't part of the plan, hard workers are high in demand
But can't take no risks, my family be counting on this, the money to just coexist

living on the edge, your savior wants me dead
13, mixing alcohol with meds, hope I see ends
Sniffing spirits with some friends, perplexed on who I was

firm
Reap what you sew if you got a good hoe

I'm not Hammer but they put me in the mix
Malicious tactics, punk shit and dirty tricks
Hollerin' she

Run the Night

John Reuben

Hindsight

2002

creep on
In outside in the streets, I see the folks peeking in
One by one, they start to slowly leak in, looking lovely
My friends, what a unique blend

(Woo)
Somebody better tell the chef I'm cooking
Little spice on a mix
And a verse might of just got pricey
I don't care if you like me
I'm not here

a Uber
Instagram models when I pull up
Said I smell good wanna hook up
I was eating her last night
I gotta get her friend tonight

Oh my flippin' God

daughters
Got some wonderful friends
Only fuck with the positive
Never riding the bench
Getting caught by the the feds
Trny run up that fence
Y’all supposed

with a dick, I bet I come through with that
But like a bitch from the L, that blick hot as hell
Too many bodies on it, naw I ain't using that
Bro just

I'm Popeye 
When I pussy lick her she shiver me timbers 
She out sawing logs by around 9 
Smoking on ethanol listening to ethereal 
The adderall animal

shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole

need no friends (what)
Riding by my lonely with my forty in my Benz (ay)
Try me if you want to, promise that's gon' be the end of your life
Wanna

Buzzin'

Mann

Buzzin'

2010

da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that
And I know ya like it when its just like that
All the girlies just love my swag
From my kicks

My Life

Pa

Paper Chase, Vol. 2

2007

the rich get rich
Where everybody live, screaming life is a bitch
I ball in the mix, and keep to myself
I don't just want to be, another book on the shelf

the worth
Of the person is made
By the social numbers on the site
Sam Rockwell will know that's not right
Stabbin' our friends in the
Back like Jason, nah,

cap
CD UK, Craig David on tap
Them days there we were doing it again
Dream team, live in the mix and what about
EZ DJ live in the place
Baby

This Is for the Riderz

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs

2001

[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets