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Working Out
Overtime
Burning Out
Overdrive
Trying to get on grind highway yeah the 405
Every time I hit it I found out that theirs more to life
Burry

bitches in a Tahoe
Would you give it to me, if I needed a liver?
Just a question
I really don't want shit from these niggas
Got me on my Jay-Z
Black Album

up car, still work a 9 to 5, bitch that's my fucking job
Bob like build and build like bob, be rich by like 25
Dis shit like do or die, shoot every

chop chop
Let me get a little intro I'm sorry
While I smoke a lot indo like Bob Marley
My dreams might end up
Life solving
Till then I gotta deal with

breath of fresh air
Breathe it in
Breathe it out
No more sittin' wishin' now I'm bustin' out these tracks
Relax, you can bob ya head or lean back
Now let

screwed up like a toolkit
I got it with me no builder Bob
Run it up when we kick it like Finish Line yea
let me hit then I dipped now she in denial yea
But

on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got

teachers wanna fail her
Cause she gave me by the trailer
Woman nuh cry, but she's a wailer
Bob's real daddy was a sailor

Like MC Hammer, had to nail her

like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob

It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty

Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around

(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit

off just to add more celery
I just want the money fuck a overnight celebrity
I just hit her once first night
I could never be a nigga turn a hoe into

Black Unicorn

Chrisette Michele

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME

2013

or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said

Black Unicorn

Chrisette Michele

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME [Deluxe Edition]

2013

or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said

Kinda sad all my friends, they got Corona
Flights are cheap, I might go to Barcelona
I can't make plans so don't hit up my phon-a
I've been trapped

we hit the road and toured on
Our biggest record as a band as
You all know Hayley and I dated and
Broke up during this album cycle things
Then started

there yea thats my strategy (Yea that's my strategy)
Build the tension, hit up Johnn let's make a masterpiece (Let's make a masterpiece)
Drop the album

only
Ten funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky hit records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checking

I aint playing fair no more 

No more playing by the rules 
Gotta do it now know I got a lot to lose
28 I aint even make the news yet 
Gotta get it I

career's a prophecy now
Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hit the stores it's sold out
Like these

Let's Get It On

Grand Puba

Eddie F. Presents - Let's Get It On: The Album

1994

my last album title song 
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea 

[Notorious

[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch

Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad 
You never seen this

labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales