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here's a gold star
GI Joe gung ho what you know doc
Where your pops at kid he's a solider 
You know they're instrumental yeah no bars
Still they pull up in

I thank her for the session
And we say goodbye
I pack up my laptop and my hard drives
My microphone compressor and my guitar I'm
Meetin' bear at Joe's

Bust it open make it clap, do ya thing lil shawty
Pick it up drop it low, do ya thing lil shawty
Call a friend see wassup, do ya thing lil shawty
Do

nigga don't lil bro me
I be chilling by myself all day by my lonely
Cooking hella beats and i keep shit like a goaly yeah
Ima just go and ima slay
Niggas

chosen they path and to us they are foes 

ALL DAY 
Nigga that's what we worth 24/7 nigga that's what he learned
My mind my soul that shit come first
WHOO

Lighthouses
at the open sea
they tell us
where we're gonna be

Images of land and home
all the things I've ever known
visions of the rays of light
tells me I

Passion

Ja Rule

R.U.L.E.

2004

Suge? All my Miami niggas, what up Ump
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stissy, what up nigga?
My wife, my

a hit
When I heard it but all we had was the
Instrumental and the hook but when
Rock jump on it for certain, it was to smash
Gave it to Julio, just to get

where Yeshua laid his head
The Saviour was surrounded by sour smells
God from heaven descended into our hell
Not all heroes wear capes
Some of them become

of the ISS footage
Like all the videos have all been faked, every one of them
There is no such thing as gravity
Oh my god, that blows my mind
I have a friend

stayin' in Miami though
Uh, yeah, uh

All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, Gumbo and some drank, only thing in my

Rolling it up
By the time that I spark it
She rounded them up
Got a white hoe named Margaret
She Carrie the blood money
Run up and cut for me
But Ann do it

constrictor in my mind
How the fuck racism a thing when we love and bleed at the same time
Rich man's Game to be played by the poor
I got nothin you got nothin

the witches are coming out
They're hunting you down

Liam was a movie star on the A-list
Beloved by all
Considered one of the greatest
But on a press tour stop

things locked in gazing
Tom music blazing see no one else replacing
Yea that's how I feel
Be mi all I give
Beat up instrumental for real
Always going for

up above, is all that I praise
Finding faith, I'm finding myself
Lace up my shoes, tighten my belt
Still by my lonely, I'm moving in stealth
Playing

a stoke in my right
In between counting my profit's
Poker face as I soak up the taste
Of display of women on my sofa
Doing the type of things I love so much

feel it?

It's got to be the real thing
I never had this feeling so good, so good
So good, so good, so good

I wasn't all alone and strange in this land

Listen bro, you cool and all
But I do not fuck wit' ya' kinfolk
On a hot instrumental
I'm going mental
She said nice Enzo
But bitch, this right

Killa K, how didn't you know
What
Sound for the soul, wow bitch, Ima ghost
You so unoriginal that all you do is copy
Just take someone's ideas
That's

And yes I got the balls you can ask my ball sack (Sack)
I ain't even start but the niggas fall back (Aha)
Got my eyes on the prize I ain't phased by all

the bend
Joe Buck strikes again

Seeing things that isn't there
Things that he may never see again
Going to the modern cowboy fair
Only thing that keeps him

There aren’t a lot of things Joe hasn’t done.
He forgot the difference between right and wrong.
Judy expected too much from him.
So one day all she

Long Way to Go

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Niggas that caught Sean Bell
Slippin' with the nina
A day before the wedding
Safety off the weapon
Though all these things
Play in my head
I keep