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like this
On this little bit of plastic this
Record reaches you at the end
Of a really gear year for us
And it's all due to you when
We made our first

stretch 
Mr Fantastic
A percent of a percent 
Give me 1% 
Of what I’m puttin in
My time and bread
Be more than you make in a year
Tossed this dough for

Good Girls Go Bad

Game

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen

to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater

I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I

All these years you've seen me huff and pout
Like what are you talking bout
You Hollywood and don't know how act
Me and God going tit for tat
If heaven

Love, Chesler, Morgan, Gloria,
They made the Second Wave for NOW and then.

Repeat Chorus

just usin' you for yo' cash (Good for you)

I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It's that time of the year, so I'ma talk about

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

My Love For You

The Game

Holla, Chapter 5

My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose

at large
God knows-
And Joe and Rose

We're bringing back style to the White House

I'm painting it beige for a start

We're making it into

Highwayman [Live]

Phil Ochs

Farewells & Fantasies

1997

bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by

The Trillest

Meek Mill

Dreams Worth More Than Money [Bonus Tracks]

2015

night that plug, for the trillest

See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies,

the sickest by how I cough
Bo-legged baby toes appear pigeoned when I walk
Never been good at limbo cuz I'm just known for raising the bar
Had a fling with this

my fam be good
I've gotta be the diamond that's rose from the mud

Like where do I start
I'm not The one bring up the past
I'm  just raising a toast

St. Francis Rose

Trish Murphy

Captured

2001

thorns would it grow
And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave
Roses are slow to fade

So years went by, but she never lost her beauty

cause I'm not like Morgan Wallen (Fuck that guy)
Got country blood in me but inspired by Cube, E & Ren (Yeah)
Dre & Yella, how you thought I put this

This is Simba's story
I go by Trill, but he was here before me
On them courts, like he traveling for different glory
I'ma give you a taste, a glimpse

of tears
Haunted by my fears
For years, for years
I've seen the thorns
Hurt my pride
Of roses thrown my way
And yet my dreams
Are standing tall
Although you

of your life
Tortured by your past, but for what?
It is not for the good of
Your country, the United Kingdom
Or Great Britain
The Queen couldn't care less

Whatuptho

9th Wonder

The Final Adventure

to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty

Your one hundred piece decorating kit 
To Morgan Avenue Norwalk Connecticut 06851
1-800-909-6538, you must be eighteen years or older to order

because I know
I reached through all the thorns of
Life to pick the fairest rose

She stood by me through hungry
Years and never once complain
When all

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

the news and their informants
Fuck you if you're listening
Fuck me for just recording
All these fucking temper tantrums
Fuck anyone supporting
Fuck this year