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"Tell Me Again"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman)

Verse One
A little boy sitting on a metal folding chair,
In what appears

produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party

I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My

need it
Lord knows I love them bad hoes, (let's go) they conceited
I done built it from the ground up, (let's go) they ain't believe it
Had to fuck

on the set steven segal shit a good boy raised around gangsters i aint wont all this raised around lions and now i got scars of paw prints.

Jump N' Move

The Brand New Heavies

Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1

1992

shot
Pram, pram
Jersey
We have a little shot
Fi the bad boy
Plus we have a little shot
Pram, pram
Fi the rude boy posse
Pram, pram
Fi Jamalski

need a roof
Shoot my shot like Ray Allen, Paul Pierce
Ya'll should know by now that I'm the fucking truth
Here's the straight facts
All your raps are

hypnotize me
I've seen you're dirty deeds and they're speaking to me

I like the bad boy
With the deadly stare
A bad boy
With a killer glare
A bad boy
With

ivy puttin' poison in your IV
Avoid your noise
I can destroy you toys nightly
Tom Hanks in Big
You got a little boy's psyche
"Not-safe-for-work" flow,

hard
Yo girl not a saint
Nah
Ever since i showed up
Gave these niggas hell
On god
I just met that boy and I already can tell
He fraud
I can tell uh
Bad

Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy

It's feeling like the billing's falling down around me
When you came along, I'm so glad you found me
You even love

no silk bitch
This is some fur
Rick Owen drip
When I walk in the store
Bad little bitch
She wanna come over
I want some beans
I want some more
I want

I'mma need look
Yeah look look I'mma need
Yeah ay look ay yeah yeah I'mma need
Look yeah ay look yeah ay look yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done

With the weapon complete and set to destroy
Watch the aliens cry like a lost little boy
This is no ride through fantasy land
It's a nightmare straight

or bad
It's up to us we choose
It's not my choice whether you win or you lose
All I can do is just leave you some clues
Now would you rather be

turned
It's possible I got a bad habit
That results in my lungs getting bad burn
It's tolerable bro, it's a little damage
You would think by now would've

busting pipes pussies busting pistols
Say your prayer boy the reaper coming get you
Still the young soldier with the afro
Got a little older let my cash

just giving up
Not even a little bit
I'll be okay in a little bit
It's feeling like I lost it
Things get bad but I keep getting up
Every day a little bit

Type a text to the girl up on the billboards 
How’s the view, been a few 
But then i’m ignored 
Who the fuck does little stacy think she is now 

She

Because its twice as worst
I was sexually molested
My innocence was not protected
By a teenage boy much older than me 
I felt dejected
The hell he was doing

Scantless
God we need you now
These that days and times the bible warned us by
Where good becomes evil got the blind leading the blind
Where its us

It's just a little bitty pissant country place
Ain't nothin' much to see
No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be
It's

Hello, Boys and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, ''Peter and the Wolf''.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then let's begin....

only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though