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I'm with got warrants America's brown and Twenty years from now Every town will be brown and Latin Or African, look at Manhattan I'ma tell you what
despise the police, but he wore the same badge And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou I guess
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's 18 and 19 payin nothing over 20 And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52 If you know what that mean you
You had plenty money, Nineteen-Twenty-Two You let other women make a fool of you Why don't you do right like some other men do? Get out of here
alright My visions funny, though 20-20's my hindsight Bad bitches with me, real niggas with me Whole ghetto with me mixin' kettle with the simply Like
and a bur And after I'm finished you know I'mma drink some mur But I got 20/20 vision when I'm pitchin', listen I spot them chickens never slippin' like
(creep) oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah Yeah (creep) The twenty second of loneliness And we've been through so many things. I love my man with all honesty, But
wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga) Gotta have sprilla
these are the makings of you) You remind me of the very first time You remind me of the time we made love Just like the twenty-fifth day of Christmas
you're gonna buy it at the mall But it's a twenty-three four-to-one That you can fall in love by the end of this song So get up, get up Tell
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago My mind of flow is like motor key 20
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine" "Now I'm twenty one years, I might make twenty two And I
be Who he's telling me that she is? There's something about it That don't feel right Said, today she called here twenty-six times (I know you counted)
Kelly done Well, he killed his woman and he didn't even attempt to run When I found poor Kelly, he was standing in the door With a thirty-two twenty
around the corner and I ain't scared I got a Carbon 15 and I'm fully prepared (that's right) Lord have mercy, twenty rounds in a clip (yeah) Outta line
of a black planet 20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics So damn it If times is hard Time is god Understand it Never took time for granted Its all
while I'm churching at bars (HEY!) [Ali] Derrty ENT screaming at our show (HO!) I'm catching to freak something to die for (HEY!) I stick twenty
They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims They rock braids, Air Force Ones
since twenty-three October '95 His drinking days are over but there's that one she can't get off her mind He tries to apologize but can't recall
I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo' Let's get the fuck out of here"
drinkin' Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth Cause your bass rock
it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high (So high) so high so high Air it out Iron Lung I be the street
Ten foot and risin' Hey I'm the king of the world You ought to hear my song Ah come on measure me I'm twenty inches long Glory glory Lay it
spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys I said excuse me, why the fuck you
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