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the moment
Baby come get me love till the morning
I can tell by your eyes that you want me
Baby come give me love till the morning

You gone feel all of me
Let

bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh Lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady

Across 110th Street [Original Version]

Pretty Tone Capone

Across 110th St. [Single]

1993

rewind me..."
("Music Please...")
(Pretty Tone)
Niggas get done quick
When they do dumb shit
Suckers that want to step to it
Better come equip
Zip

on my mental, and I knew right then it was over (kill it!)
So I’m finna pimp it, until I’m the Simpsons
That mean you never get tired of me (Zzzz)
Used

stop the beat
Ok now bring it back
For all of you sinners and fake believers go and get a snack
I got a little story for you, had a dream in my nap

I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help

I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help

won't get all Descriptive just listen
What I've written will depict it
Drifted into a vivid state that's Reminiscent to when I was a kid and I depart from

4 minutes
I breathe life in a dead gang, Put the knife in your windpipe
Let him get the real image
Born sinner, Let the horns emerge
Niggas always

Beef

Young Gunz

Brothers from Another [Clean]

2005

this nigga, fuck this nigga

Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit laid down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down

caution or get scorched by this torch fool
I been so lost in the sauce with feelings all that poured out of my cup got me feeling awful
Still I got no

Don't get carried away
Don't get carried away
Let it drip through the ink
Thoughts get buried away
What you think got buried away
And let it sink

by the bell
Tell em Stay out my way get up off my trail

I can show you how to hustle just watch me
Come and Tune in on the wave get on my speed
Ima

now he sketching yeah he tripping
Out here making history it's all part of the job
Just pulled up to the hotel elevator to the top
Six hundred on two

did this man do this
I downplay it, saying this ain't really crazy
Went from one hundred and 10 to 90 kg
Not wasting my time, that ain't that easy
But

sinners hoping they get hope from me
Holding the world know that he holding me
He the potter I'm just clay and he's molding me
Satan mad cause he can't get

own cash
Gotta get up out of the city, all that I need is
A hundred bands
I'm a real down broke n***a, need a Garda to come fill up my hammer pants
I've

different dicks
I was a witness
Never about it, it wasn’t my business
Until she got a dick pic
Ah shit that’s it kid
You’re done
Roll with us or get rolled

of the college fees and books. She was in a dilemma, but she was advised by her cousin and she decided to get knowledge.
When she finally resumed in the college,

You're searching for mercy
To confess all your sins
Now it's time to believe in
Now it's time to get in

Try to open your heart  
Try to clear up

Another 200 on a G shock
Keeping it simple, I'm not too flashy
Got a warrant out, they gotta come catch me
Passenger seat something pretty and nasty
Big

on the gas
I'm not breaking down
Because baby I'm goin to fast

I got designer on me
Pocket rocket keep it under the seat
Get to gunning
When You run up on me

feeling weak 
Come back out that store 
With 2 swisher sweets 
You need 2 bands then I'm sending 3
I told you we 4L bitch I been a G
Girl you wild as hell

he a Come and put you up
That lil hoe gave up yo low it ain't Hard to get you touched
Shooter walking with the beam he Wont get a chance to up
Think