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an "Encore". Here's a standing ovation.
To me you are the "Greatest".
You do more than the Jays and Waynes did.
Whenever there's rumours your albums coming,
I
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
and write your own scripture
You dont have to be the figure to figure it out
Just remember to think out loud
And say how you feel
Never pray or fucking kneel
the cycle
Marshall?" ("What?")
"No one's gonna love you like I do"
My darling, I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling
You and me were meant to be
His treasure glitters, without it I'm bitter
If you insist
I'll get the harpoon
Something feels wrong. Is he really gone?
Marshall, it's fine, we won't
proof
You get as many moments as you can make
Never know how good your fortune is
Till you see the people you
Grew up with still
At the starting point
to your feet
When onnu feel it inna you a never grit
Never let layaway or Mr bow make the beat
Gyal ever ready one want she a kid
Inna hot suit about
of me, how your date went?
Did you re-dye your beard or ger another face lift?
Or do shrooms in your mom's basement?
Until you nod and see spaceships
guarded by you
How could you rape me?
Me and Marshall
How could you rape me?
Me and Marshall sat and watched it
How could you rape me?
Yeah!
Now what would
how she spoil me (whoa)
War time the only time that you gon' catch me fatigued
I must be preachin' the way they crossin' me
Like I dot my I's
Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I'm Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black
know what happened
If you pull up on me, then you know we clappin'
I could take your bitch and put her on a mattress
Boy, you love to make love, she
see shit that makin' niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice
now
makes us feel real fucking good
so, uh, get your dancing shoes on.
you know the words follow me motherfucker
Adrenaline starts to flow
How did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you daddy
You told me that you weren't leavin'
"You lied to me dad
And now you make mommy sad
And I bought you
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
Just so Pittsburgh, man
So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it
believe what I'm seein'
"Daddy, its me, help mommy, her wrists are bleedin'"
"But baby we're in Sweden
How did you get to Sweden?"
"I followed you daddy
hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You
hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You
shit, that see shit that makin niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's
to make it
Well how much? 'Cause it feels motherfucking wasted
I didn't earn a degree just to work at Marshalls after (Yeah)
I'm tryna get a slot for
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
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