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Dead Body Disposal

Kool G Rap

The Pre-Kill, Vol. 2

2012

out of the bastard
Strip ya self new first so you don't get blood on ya new shirt
And cut the fuckin' corpse up like a butcher to meat kid
And put

I'm kind of wondering about
If you can feel
Let me go to the place
You live in now and now
Get lost inside a thousand beds
So I can find you once

I get in brawls
Bullets put you on footage I'll make a nigga vlog
We gone stay away from y'all, before we wake up with charge
Og, guerrilla glue, sour

bacon
2DopeBoyz got the beef
We serve filet mignon steak and
Sour Dies' got me touching the moon
Rolling up blunts the size
Of a fucking cocoon
Wolves

black mom
ain't know what to do
Reason why now
I struggle to get comfortable
Reason why now
I can't get enough of you
Remember days I eat nothing
But two

all pushing
Eager to get their names marked off
And move inside the auditorium
I don't share their enthusiasm
If I could turn around and go home, I

that, people's is my fam that's my people's

This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain 
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk

the rat
Now do me honors, like when I'm in class
I'm losing alotta, but I get it back, let's not even ask, it caused me to crash, you're all on a fad 
While

King

Puff Daddy

God Money War

2015

to get my shining on
My whole future dipped in gold and covered in diamond stones
Stop the music, that's reckless
Especially how niggas lose they future

Carry me away inside a roofless lotus
By Saturn floating cause the boof I packed inside this little leaf
I smoked is super potent
I put the ciggys

She told me joey you been working late
I told her where you think this money coming from, would you rather eat from a different plate?
And by the way

of William Dafoe
I picked some trilliums and rose from the hills with all the stones
They filled me with cortisol you are my drug
Passion and my love
Castin'

milestones
I'm set and stone
I'm a legend like Elton Jon
These boys sour like grey poupon
Ain't no debate who the greatest huh
When it comes to me it's only

Trapped inside my thoughts 
Surrounded by my own voice 
(X2)

Bon appetite I come to collect
Been on a roll like a Rolex 
I don’t need Nike to go get

Picture Me Rollin'

2Pac

Nu Mixx Classics, Vol. 2 (Evolution: Duets and Remixes)

2007

from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now

with the locksmith



Go black man x8 

If you want to dance ain't nobody gone stop you walk inside the spot let the music get it Poppin I done had

like Spiderman
My head running Miles
Streams hit two0 thousand I said wow
Now I got people tryna take my style

Count all my day 1s
Now subtract that by

of all the shit we been achieving
The Situation sour watch I up it
Get to squeezing
No co defendant cause they hear the numbers
Get to singing
If you cant

And please get on a diet

Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come

Niggas ain't, niggas ain't, uh, uh

If niggas get no bread and got no motherfucking motive
Pour this red inside my cup, I take two sips and I feel

CHORUS:

Beware of what- lies behind these eyes
-you may never return again

Be cautious how deep that you look inside
-you won't like the beast you

Get harder my mind race
Living on a level been looking to find space
Thinking bout the moment & times that I let waste
Sweet and then you sour was

know how I
Never had a sell-by date but they're all sour

Get money, get gal
You watch face, you won’t excel
I don’t care what a next mans doing or done

and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
Listen all you people, come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan,