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comes to an end
Don't force too much
It don't have to be love
I'm just saying I might need you when we out of the club yeah
You can be my ride I might hit

wasn't no pews
But right there at a little past two

I went to church in a Chevy on a two-lane on a side of the road
Sun coming up cutting through

I cut in on you
Oh, what I want
I wouldn't want what I mean to say
I, I'm nothing
I'm cutting on you

I'm cutting on you
Oh, what I want
I

Top of the Line

M.O.P.

To the Death

1994

force me to let you have it
Herbs be frontin like they got somethin
Back it up, motherfucker cause Danzeini will got at'cha um..
Top of the line!

[F]

Necronomicon Ex Mortis

Mortician

Domain of Death [Clean]

body, possess your soul
Unseen forces of deadly evil killing
All who enter the woods

Chainsaw cutting, blood is spraying
Limbs are flying, guts are

Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)

(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)

for time out
Police kick the door in why you cutting open my couch

The Gucci bags we tuck the cash right to the pad box
100 racks it's never taxed we

your business
Cutting hella off with quickness
I been really working, tryna get rich

All my life 

I been working hella hard yo
Tryna make it to the top

mad at me before
Mad at me before

And it seems i'm cutting up again
You said you's good for 10 when Joanna lends
Me two pounds to get the bus to you

cooking rice
No my name not Johnny Dang but they come to me when they want it done right (whoa damn)
Yeah
And I got money on the line (cash)
And I got bases

bottle of rum, a smoke and a line

It hurt me, it saved me
It completely enslaved me
I love it, I hate it
I hoard it, I crave it
My bottle of rum a smoke

Not yet
Yea, I don't give a fuck
Screaming 8BallD shit bitch you know I'm cutting up
Nigga tried to shadow box me
But in the end my knuckles won
I had

I'm up and down up and down it's ok
Praying every day for a way out my cage
Sighting nines with my mind blast them all the way
Paralyzed all my lines

I’m finally living life
Trembling heartbeats inside
Chasing highs, cutting lines
But then a savior drunk in wine came around
The light summer air
Purple

could do it all
Cutting through all the corners
And running through borders
To find my way
Give everything that I own
Just to find my place
You wanna know

Go get it
Go get it
Keep that fire in your eyes
Niggas lie
Cutting ties
Making moves
Cutting line
Cutting lines
I survive
While these guys
Wasting time

my wrongs until the ink is bled off
I'mma leave without a trace
I'm going at an Indiana pace
Cutting ties so I run without a lace
I just line up with

Shake it off and get in line
God, it gets so hard to swallow
My pride is fragile y'know?
Fireworks in my head
Don't take this the wrong way
But I want

south
Calling my name, to connect the dots
All the lines and colors
Page by page, tape by tape play
(All the lines and colors, connecting)
Abilene, I wish

line 

And I was in love with the idea of you
And you know what I feel better cutting of the roots we grew
I had a way of pretending all of the pain was

fall into line.

I - run, run, run!
I run and I won't look behind!
I'm caught cutting cables, believe I am able,
soon you'll just fall into line

a stare
Lines swirl and my eyes get lost

Blindly searching for
I can almost see its within reach
A perfectly lit door
Illuminated right in front of me

Get back to the crown
I am not dated
Yuh I'm cutting to the core like I'm serrated
I'm slated to clear up the faded ovations
Relations have got to be

cutting the whole group
In the studio with killers, they cover the whole booth
I'm the ticket nigga, I bet them killers gone roll through
Make a call,