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out catch a pick I been by myself all the way since a jhit' Time be ticking it cut like a bomb I gotta stack this shit up or it fall I stand on my ego
Hustling is in my blood Hustling is in my jeans Nigga you know the motto Get money by any means Hustling is in my bones Hustling is in my veins Hustling all
Don't say sticks and stones They might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin' Huh,
Don't say sticks and stones They might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin' Huh,
Don't say sticks and stones They might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin' Huh,
pick ? its kill or be killed on you bastards [Chorus 2X] Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute bitches is scarred to shoot Muthafucka done
for help To pick the pieces up and make me whole Why, why do we fall To never rise up from that pain Why oh why Why can't we break those chains Our
took one in his face By somebody he knew Stretched in the project hallway Fatal car flipped He got ejected out the front windshield Broke most of his
am It's been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure I'm a bastard of the master plan I wanna live my life Don't wanna live a lie I hear
out Your Anglo -Saxon upper middle class super ego For all the nights the wife won't let you out Those little ride bastards Every chance they're
would you seek it Realize I'm still heartbroken and help me pick up the pieces Poor K, ah man he's a nice dude Man, have you heard what he been through?
Fear the beast Ghastly feast upon the flesh of man Gifted from the dead of night This poor man's unrequited plight A transformation so grotesque It
cease? 'Cause some one-percenter prick Wants a pipeline for his shit They won't let my poor old brother Rest in peace I hope those motherfuckers live
some dogs turn real flaw when they ain't got a bone I ain't got no understanding niggas better go pick a side and know where they standing You know these
I got a bone to pick with capitalism and a few to break Grab us by the throat and shake the life away Human life is not commodity, figures,
stone with an occipital bone by a caveman Offering up regrets, regards, and an installment plan
imperfect picks Being a sheep 's only way he knows how to get his kicks Poorly portraying a prankster When caught, to pass-by, he'll happily apologize, even
from it Your egos your placebo You want the world to think you're marvelous You get the clicks, you got your fix The only way you keep a grip Is by
kings of convenience, bastards of commerce your ignorance bliss and greed is your brother a war-torn foreign land, preaching peace there you stand
breaker Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em I'm a guitar player like
For rebel teens I avoid the cops By any means They are all conservative I’m on the left And that’s as cliche as Folk Punk can get Too poor to pay
any suggestions?" Yo slavery was brilliant trust me They need to bring it back 'cause black bastards disgust me I second that emotion for their Puerto
the bastard's way When my day has come and I lie beneath the dirt People gather smiles wide and poor booze upon the earth They'll remember all the good times but
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music ([???]) ("Get your fingers in.") Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely Pats the head of another
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