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bread up
Talking down on the dead
Quickest way to get wet up
And rule number ten
Always do you
F opinions
This the shit we live by
This the shit we live

a Five to five
Grinding all night with my niggah Frank
Had to catch an Uber but the girls gave us a ride
Seven in the morning had to stop by hungry jacks

get it back the thirty-third
Five of Quagen, brodie faced it, he got slurry words
Glocky got a blue Perky in it, let the thirty jerk

Yeah
F&N hold

and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes

One, two ; watch out for the man in blue
Three, four; I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six; you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight; I'm forced

talk too
I’m just tryna find out
What her mouth do
The grind don’t stop
Till the champagne pop
People keep asking
When the merch gon’ drop
N***** send

Rollin' on the Island

Kid Rock

Fire It Up

1994

your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can 

Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya

Shattered by the news
Never thought something like this would ever be true
Especially not with you
I woke up feeling so blue
You never spoke up so we

Sixty-four people playing games and talking
Blackhole threatens all of them
'Til a blue hand stops them

Their name is Four
With X in tow
Can

You can tell by the way I talk, the way I walk
You want me to stop
You're mean muggin'
I'm a dirty motherfucker dream crushin'
But I clean suckas
Let

Impossible

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Testing poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
Like

You see the tears in my eyes
As I walk by
You see the tears in my eyes

(Uh oh)

I can't seem to stop tapping on them glass phones
Pass me the keys

I got them kids going crazy too
All my bills navy blue
Wake up early getting high
Money what I’m running to
Niro live he the truth
I don’t even want

away 
I have something to prove 
There's ten of them 
Ten marks 
The plan must proceed 
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E 
Lost in transLation 
by

my speed
Instead of living in the seat of an F-16
Get the focus back Instead of sipping  Jack 
If you slipped off track 
Get the train attached
Get

be a Murder One for f*ccin wit my people
Dirty Fanta, all the pain I’m chokin in this Keisha 
See crazy life won’t be the same and I know i won’t leave

to the devil, I left no F's (Rah)
666, that's the three numbers
That I fuck with
Pull up in tracksuit's, my man dump it
Pigs on the whip
'bout to dash them gloves

the smiles that would shine 
We could light up the night 
I'd paint the trees blue and yellow 
Cause sure f*** it why not?
I'd tell the birds to keep singing

with you"
Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues
Voice in my head saying, "Tron
They can't fuck with you"
(They can't fuck with you)
Ha ha, on God

or heal the pains
Of old Strive's blues - no, no

I've got one friend left in life, his name's Jack too
And we meet, whenever I'm feeling blue
Yeah, I take

be no strings attached
Been macking em since a lunch pack
Beat the beat up how I punch back
Put your hair back I brought a scrunch pack
Smoking blue

your mind

How's a gal like you
Manage to look so cool
Broke the jack with a sonar crack
And so you dyed your bungee blue

She goes pounding all

and Bowe Jack Vandam grab the gun
Nigga one cock it pop it cause I already got it loaded
They tried to stop it and block it soon as I got it I done scored it

right back
We went for drinks and now
She begging for a night cap
My nigga drugs keep that
F'n that's the light strap
Them blue dots a hit his face
Have