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you wanna be saved
Say Buttwr
Do you wanna be saved
Say Buttwr
Do you wanna be saved
Say Buttwr

I got Tha Juice to make Lucifer loose and high
He gon

got a bag now I'm froze nigga
Look, tryna get the truth up out a bitch
Is harder than tryna put some ice up on yo wrist
If you ain't living right, you

tennis bitch I serve 'em for free
Lemme educate ya, get your pens pencils and erasers
Lesson one don't mess with Shawn he will decimate ya
My recreation is

Me n Brodie in the trap setting up picks
And it’s money over hoes cause these bitches gone switch

Big Shawn wick he pimpin
All these blue backs Woulda

Shawn Spencer has it figured out
He'll stitch the clues together, then announce
Burton Guster has it differently
Cause he knows what he likes so

count it 
Heard you bought a rifle just to say you got it 
Legs up like Shawn michaels when she call me daddy
I just filled my gas tank I still called

I'm wearing Christ on my sleeve
Some of these people they hate it they tell me to shut up 'bout God it don't matter to me
If I got my God my shot always

Crashin' out Took her to the islands for a week, she got
A accent now Yeah, she love to geek took a sniff, now
She passin' out Niggas said he could fuck with

the dream bigger the house 
I'm still looking in the mirror trying to figure it out 
One day I want the diamonds like Hov
I’m inspired by Shawn Carter is you

AN HOUR GONE YOU SAID HE MR WRONG YOU SAID HIS NAME IS SHAWN BUT HE DONE BROKE THE BOND SO HE AIN'T EVER THERE YO BABY ALWAYS GONE FIVE KIDS AND FIVE

Well I'm seeing Shawn on Thursday gotta catch ‘Em while he's hot 
He's deployed half a country away so you'll find him where he's not 
Got tattoos so

By the Time I Get to Phoenix

Isaac Hayes

The Best of Isaac Hayes, Vol. 2

1986

yes he did

When she tried to straighten up, she said she was gonna straighten up
She got a little job to help him out with the bills too, 
But that

you got a problem that's on you
Ain't no stress up in my cipher
Get you pressed like the songs do
I could even be your writer
Permanente no Keiser
We

Move It Over Here

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

of the rugged rhyme freaker
To blow out your speaker, got more soul than sneakers
I swing the parties with the tunes that I hit, many bit
But then I zipped up

would just brush it off
But it got to the point that I reacted as
If he were one of my homies that I
Grew up with i was like, "Nigga
Don't ask me for shit

motherfucker bitch I'm on a trampoline
If he wanna play some games we gon' let it hit his spleen
South side tied up, east side we over there
My boy rollin' in

up on my jimmy im like stop Bridget
Ha get it money looking short you got the lock midgets
Stop tricking nigga think he fly I bet I pop pigeons
I know

and pellin' it, leading rebellions
If I don't get you you're popped by my delegates

Got a big brain, check the MRI
Twenty MC's slain, check it, I'm a samurai

What it do what it do what it do 
In the kitchen wiping up fondu 
Get you poped of a mood swing  
Nigga Better move
Got a hit on your head no Kung fu

Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where

something you know what I'm saying 

Grew up kinda lost I had a troubled past 
I went to school everyday still skipped class
If you lie then you will steal so

the newest one
Just to ride by up on a nigga stuntin'
I ain't by myself, I'm with my Hooli Shawn
We be gang gang, we kick shit like we puntin'
Hold up for

as a souvenir
Been through so many trials
Had to switch up the route
Went through 4 years of college 
I told them keep the diploma
4 years later I got no regrets

But I'm stepping Gucci
Thought he heard a T-Rex
That's the engine revving, goofy
Shawn Michaels DNA, I pull up, stop the show
Baby she ask for some