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i decide to plead the fifth.


Heart of a lion. 5'7

That's that nigga gee

Snotty noise. Hard head

Always focused  On some cheese


Had  my back

Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow 
By my

the liars
Tried for treason in the highest degree
That'll be the time we find a lion sleeping tonight
The chief is dying my people form a
Line in the street

Sundays Kill More Men Than Bombs the Loser
On a Night You Don't Sleep empire of Coins
All I Know on Going Back to the Street
Anthony layover
The Dogs

a green card
Get a black Pinocchio President to lead
But controlled by an old white
Gepetto on Wall Street
Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete

Don't let them put them meditation on you
Don't let them put them medication on you

I don't see a white man
I see a black man in my consciousness

For the long flight long flights
It's a fly day and we in all white all white
She said D.J. can you play that
Play that back
He play it twice
Got

Maserati guts suede/ off white/ and beige/
My hood was wild like a lion's hair/
I was in the lion's lair/just lying there/
But you was lying there/
you was

The Long Way

Doug Stone

The Long Way

2002

fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and fags
Who

ain't even talkin' street shit
Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin'
I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin'
It's on me, everything is

John, I'm Only Dancing (Again)

David Bowie

Young Americans [Bonus DVD/Pal]

1975

(rolling) get a little take a little
Get a little back
Jumping john the great goose is gone
Got a lion in my hand
Got a charlie on my back

(john) i'm

wrist
With the white ice
Let a nigga try, yeah, we uppin' the stick
Let his mom die
I'm in the street, this ain't Fortnite
I hit the bitch on the first

niggas just really flodging
Pull up with the nine
They wanna take my life
Can't let 'em take me by surprise
Oh no no no no, no no no no
The streets talking

know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already

rhymes in my spare time
I'm a white guy but we all same on the inside
I don't fuck with the leeches and snakes on the streets
I just run with the cheetahs

about the lion in the cage
I'll sing you something from the good old days
My hair had been turned a clean white beige
It's my solemn review
I don't

Cocaine

Young Cash

Best Thing Smokin', Vol. 9

2007

it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.

This for them white girl movers,
Big dreams of makin

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

motherfucking faces off
Remix

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid

motherfucking faces off
Remix

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid

rise high as the tide
The moon's arms lull and are open wide
I sing a song while I try to hide
White meets the air with a dog by my side

The lion's

I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair

be out here chasing dollars for the days I was in poverty
The streets left a Scar
But now you looking at the Lion King
I came from Ramen noodles, now