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hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in

at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid

Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses

it is
You’ve been known what it is

So many bad things that me and this girl a done
She like it when hit like Wizzy album
She say anytime she sit up

Pass Out

Ludacris

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

really want to catch me man
No, I, don't, think, so
I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
I, make dough until there's none

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

at tryna take me
for $ 20 out of my pocket with no apolagies
ordinary wannabe fly by night high M.C.s
they call him one dude, because he's like 53

burn

a cold beer
Hard for me to be so
Feared when the flow's rare
Harmony when there's no snare it be so clear
So by the time you say
I'm the greatest, nigga,

But always up the next day, slicing Wink Kong gunslingers
Bloody battles ensue, but we all fear The Lo Pan
Incarnation of evil, a cold killer, but No

Kings of the Streets

T-Pain

Blood Sweat & Tears

2011

other shit
Bitch, I'm on my own lane, only God judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And now you're on my lying shit, starving

Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never

a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get

the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is

down from the Hilltop a,
Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like,
Haim still a threat when we fill up a field,
Like an open air opera,