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All Good

Bizzy Bone

Speaking in Tongues

2005

[Intro]
Yeah, and if I died in your arms tonight
They say just like the Corinthians, you know
Paul wrote he said, "Man I die every day"
Ya know, time

Rick Ross
Caught this nigga slipping from the side
And he got picked off
This bitch just send her address
And got picked up

He tried to run up on me

by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex, you can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
5 or 6 M, the LaFerrari, I

Trap Money

Flame

The 6th

2012

Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless
You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost
stumping bumping jumping up in your chest
That money won't last

happy for y’all
Just know I’m never mad
I suspect Pac and Biggie
Got killed by the Feds
But I can’t prove it
So I leave that in the past
2 weeks after I

meet the boss of the cartel. 

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] 
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. 
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.

Came far from a horrible event
I’m sorry for the arms that I bent
Sold weed in a bimmer, No tint
God, He ain’t got no sense
Whiteboy wild like Rick

Kelly the Boy from Killanne

The Clancy Brothers

Irish Songs of Rebellion/Irish Drinking Songs

1994

the gateways to Ross!
All the Forth men and Bargy men march over the heath
With brave Harvey to lead on the van;
But the foremost of all in that grim gap

young
A lotta soldiers in the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother

the beat, bitch)
Bruh, are y'all serious? (Lathegoat)
Skrrt, yeah, grrah, grrah, okay (Rick Ross)
(Tampa, Miami, it's up) Okay, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

bitch said she ain't had no money, make my dick soft
Bitch, I ain't argue with shi, I let this stick talk
I'm in my bag, like I'm rick ross, , it aint

chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops

and the pain you felt
When Ross died you lost your son and then you lost yourself
Hope you are together watching over us now
Thinking of memories when I'm

you guys)
Throw your food stamps in the
Air if you empathize now I run an enterprise
You know what I symbolize
Even if I die I will never die opposite

feeling
Like Rick ross
They yelling to much names
On the court
My name is what I hear
When they bored
Jump shot they hate
The way that I scored
The way all

MY VICIOUS SIDE

Bekay

Let the Ghosts Sing

music//
All these rappers got me pissed off// kid's soft//
like Rick Ross//Rocking lip gloss// in up in a pink porsche//
The internet got kids trying they

The god is here to give blessing
Refuse everything he is giving
You need to learn I'm not kidding
Listen to Big, DMX, Jay Z, Pac, 50 Cent
Rick Ross, Cube,

Oh, you think darkness is your ally
Yeah
You merely adopted the dark
Let's go, let's go, let's go

I was born in it
1, 2, 3
Born lit by it
Almost

the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this

I, I just died in your arms

the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this

I, I just died in your arms

with the sauce take no loss like it's memories
Living like Rick Ross I'm a boss your the enemy
Now I'm up in arms ticking bombs here's my cavalry
Pull up

a big roll
Can I get a huh rick ross
Never give up thats on rick roll
Flushing the product need Drainol

Im pulling triggers lay low
My Bars will give you

arms?
Have I died in your arms?

When the fall is broken by the thorns
And the spirit is almost out
What a thrill, to kiss the dirt beside your feet

stopped running
And now I'm resting in your arms. This is my homecoming

I'm not lost to your arms that were running
Cause you died for me. So much sin has