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the noise never cease
Purple haze weed, you can mix it with the cheese
Yeah, yeah, we rollin' with the Reese
Drip so cold, hands up when I freeze

Yeah, so we

Hustlers

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead [Clean]

2006

together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but

Hustlers

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2006

together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but

your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far

Ay yo, all I do is pray, ay, stay up out the way, ay[00:14.90]Too blessed to be stressed, everyday anyway[00:17.58]I live my life with no regrets,

rap like this
Close your eyes if you're  feeling too attacked by this

I mean damn, you seein' way too much of this intelligence
My life's a mix

From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're

Momma told me watch my back[00:35.17]These niggas showin' no remorse[00:36.59]And you gotta be mindful of them niggas you be hangin' with[00:39.52]We

you how we gonna go through cos everywhere we go to
My people are wise we gonna take you by surprise because we switching up the lines
I got something

Vagina heaven in your hand

1, 2, 3 come and get a load from me
Before you open up your eyes to let me see
4, 5, 6 wanna get up in the mix
And be

And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was

to a wrecked pen
A match made in heaven
Sparked the wrath of eleven emerald elves
Looking greener than elongated L's by devin
A belle with pale skin was always

and a message don't mix well with me
I just want to take the pain away, I know I'm so young, walking
Maybe I can fly up to heaven with my lunchbox
Snack pack,

You always by my side
I thought you'd never leave
If heaven needed an angel
Then I guess that's fine
But tell me why
Why
Isn't there another reason

I don't wanna runaway
Know it's probably best to go but foreign forces make me stay
Used to look up at the sun, it come 'round and then we'd play
Now

need to cover up your feelings or sugarcoat what you say
Timing of the essence since life is just cancer
Bad decisions
Mix it with some more I'm tryna

on me
Prolly in heaven still playing the lottery
But how did we get so platonic n' obvious
Look inside of my mind like lobotomy's
Done being modest hands

fucken good riddance 
A cheque for a rap 
Only if it's fact I keep spitting the same old raps 
Mix up the flow 
Write about 
What makes the world go round

rubes, these turpentines they in my scent
You know I get it back like Bruce Wayne, way I'm heaven sent (uh)
Told her fix a line and now I mix it up
Mix

By the hand across the threshold
Some are doomed from the get go
Soon as they put the flame to spoon
Their names are added to
The rising death toll

Definitely Ranked
I ain't go on vacation, I went on a trip
I stand on my words, it ain't like me to slip
Instead of a hand out, I took me a risk
Then

Whipped Cream, Nuts and Cherries

Goldy

In the Land of Funk

1994

up my lap
She was goin for the dick, I knew the cap
Then she moved her hands up by my nutsack
As her other fingers pressed by my buttcrack
Then she

the only one I wanna love
You’re the only one I wanna put my hands on
You’re the only one I wanna kiss
Kiss you from below and we could take it back up
This

own
Don't need no haters 'round me fuckin' up my zone
You're well protected, ain't no better way to roam
Hand on my heater 'cause you never really