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wet, my face was very long
The pastor said "Son, here you are
Won't you please take this guitar?
Sing dear departed granny one last song"

And I sang

back
And that's enough
You won't find him in the club with a link in his cuff
Because he's patchin' up the doors on the chicken run
And he's saying his

Wu Banga

GZA

Supreme Clientele

2000

the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,

the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,

a 3.5 in the wood, I'm smokin' on a Russian
Catch me out south, mobbin', thuggin' with my cousin
And if I call my brother Augie, he gon' clear the crowd

know he ain't right you
Make it rain in the club, we ain't even see lightening
Beat him with the butt of the gun, we ain't fightin'
RP's in this rifle,

the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada

journal
Everything to be judged by the eternal
Just a preview of what's to come
Will you live your life to be known by the one?
Full movie coming soon, this

about a bad bitch love

Yea
In the club with no idea, I don't bother
All up in my section that was paid by your father
Oh, you think you slick bitch you

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,

at the door, we kickin' it in

Better take your sunglasses out when I grin
Call my lil' cousin, visit the way he spin

Pocket full of red and brown lettuce
Ain't

Beware of wolves in sheep clothing
Or Pastors in designer with sheep in cheap clothing
Oh that's Bleinciaga
Adam and Eve used fig leafs and we using

Hurt Me Soul

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor

2006

bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th

slim
I ain't young
But I'm thug by the mug
And I shot up a club, I'm still shooting my shot just because
Captured the flag
Let's call it a Dub
I'm

Baddestt in Tha club 
cin't fkn wit no scrubs 
So nigga if yo pockets full of lint 
Get out Tha club 

Written by: Kayla Spencer

queen has passed me her duties
I better be your own knight
Or she'll be checking tonight

But pleasure is partnered by cruelty
My service has its own

Im a rolling pharmaceutical  drunk off Brew as usual im quite 
The spectacle high as fuck face full of blow im a Desperado
Fun loving criminal i got

Mr cool’s got the big bollox
Step back ‘fore he fills you
Full of hollow tips

Pitty pat, pitty pat hard on the kitty cat
Triple X got the pussy

Laid Way Back

Webbie

Welcome Home Pimp C: Trill Of Trill

2006

happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot

I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop

pastor (oh, Lawd)
I shoulda save my money for a rainy day later
But it's already bright, don't worry 'bout my future

My cup's half empty not half full

Yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone,
I'll wait,
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
To all

(My lord, give me a sign)
(That all will be fine)
(When the storm passes me by)
(Me by)
Oh baby, I don't wanna hurt you
Maybe we should go and end

With flow so foul you’d think it’s shooting out the wrong end

By song’s end he’ll hone his own brand
A real-estate mogul just like his old man
His pop

in this shit nigga DatWay
Pocket full of cheesecake
Run it up relay
Get your lil ass off the block you PJ
He don't play this then we beating up the DJ