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Tired of being strong I been angry for a while now
Resting bitch face you will hardly see me smile now
I get fucked up black out then I wild out
Do

that I'm dealt when I'm just sabotaging my self
All of the pain that I've felt numbing it by fucking up my health 
Past the point of help I pass

stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, a T-E-R, a D with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name as
The man they call the Master Dee

to go pee
Jump on the track, do 360 like I'm John Wall
If you need a feature from me, then give me a call
Always an all-star, on a track like Bradley Beal

light on who deceive and mislead
In your face filled up with greed, don't wanna see you succeed
It's the devil who feeds off the minds of those who need

to it you know how we do it vip wilding flashing big faces running hard all week now we celebrating by the bar douces got it by the cases turning up with

a clamp
You keep it dark well Lang's the lamp
Bright bulb in the case
Get the hell up out my face
Catch the beat, feel the bass
Do it quick we makin haste

There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends
They built those brittle walls in vain
They fear my face
They know my name
There’s a pile of bones

call you General but you got private ways

How long will you stay before you go
Rude bwoy I'd like to know
How long will you be by my side
Before you got

pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch

Odd Couple

Ghostface Killah

Hidden Darts

2007

on the crack tour with Bigga see-Don
Crack your jaw when it's on
Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon
Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes
My wife

grave
Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade
Giant panda, big grass all in my face
Walking with a Panther, going back to Cali
Deion

House of Shame

Porter Wagoner

Me and My Boys

1969

everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout

the system
Veins stained red
By the love for his brethren

When you see the time, call me from below
When your senses go fading slow
Flowing like a river,

Gangsta Bitch

E.S.G.

Shinin' n' Grindin'

1999

no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,

smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I had to hunt
My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt
Like window shoppers, I see

I don't feel like being sober
We surrounded by  the storners
In the building going too nuts
Ofcoz the  feeling is so mutual

Everything on me
All

'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish

'Caledonian' was coined by the Romans 
Just to mark out the mad bastards up north  

Is it 'yes' is it 'no', is it getting beaten 3-0 at home? 
Is it a pregnant

fallen to his knees
And the celebrations grew louder and louder
Abruptly interrupted they were by the jaws
Of a black dog hailing from parts unknown
He'd

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

Swing low
Sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
(Swing, swing)
Yeah
(Swing, swing)
This is it right here
(Carry me, carry me)
Ain't no running

it didn't set me free, it just came around to me
And by the time that we got back to Montreal
I was scanning every face in the crowd just to see
If

to make it run
Tomorrow they’ll get up again
And face the morning sun, at the
 chorus
 Gordon Anderson and john covert