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(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror

them panties sopping
Them Spooky bitches
Are Known for heart robbing
Come on spooky girl I'll put that pussy in a coffin
Black cat
Black lips
Black heart

Sweet Love

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

thoughts consumed 
By the pa**ion, slow jam tunes and body action 
My finger's on the clit splashin', your p**** lips 
Got you spazzin', love juices,

takes is a good nigga
At the wrong time for a bad day
Like a black boy in a drive by
Couple mommas cried issa sad day
But that’s life for us in the inner

this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know

they
Rims at the Classic
A black mass of black kush wrapped in plastic
35 dollars for the gram, I was taxing

Telephone calls from her man
While I'm

all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me

Sweet Love

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

and body action
My finger's on the clit splashing
Your pussy lips got you spazzing
Love juices, marinating in your satins
Sexy ass, I gets 'em like my

Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black

Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family

bitch with it
Roll up the smoke pump the heat and touch that smooth kitten
Playing Nas album it was written
They wishing they could make my demise
Back in

of niggas I got rid of
Still petty and not over shit
If I don’t keep calm nigga I might explode the shit
And leave four in ya nigga smokey black doja lips

This is
Action

Bottle mimbo in here
Time done reach for drink beer
Party hard and I party harder I’m taking over this year
Any man di heap verse

just like flat minor
Forgot you man just like alzheimers (Gone)
Reminisce to the old school days
When my swift bars used to leave man in a daze
I tailor

Black America
Black tears
Black thoughts
Black fears
Black America
Black tears
Black thoughts
Black fears
l don’t wanna cry today
I just wanna live

Eight inches deep the lore
I know of black metal
I learned it all in one single vid
Seven songs into the album
Reviewed by none
I sat through it all

Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?

With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's

in music
Over the last decade

WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap

I do keep it blood like a Piru

I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it

paparazzi cameras be flashing
Imagine, your boy basking in fireworks lanterns
Organic magic fashioned in alligator leather
Clad in black, silk dress shirt,

Warning (Intro)

Ludacris

Release Therapy [Clean]

2006

Warning, this album contains Ludacris material
Parental discretion is advised
So kids, cover your eyes and close your eyes
Otherwise you're about

Thugg Niggaz

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

hustlin for loot
Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket
Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted
I never seen a man cry
But my lifestyle is

good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening 
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting 
Fuck

gymnastics 

Artist acrobatics 

Put the black in magic,

I put the tech in technicion 

They ask what it's for, say I'm ina robotics 

Don't do politicin

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