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and make love I don't know why
Yeah we fuck and make love
Yeah we fuck and make love
We just fuck and make love
We go fuck and make love
It be both sides
We

back
Brothers saying this and that
I'm just seating back, relaxing
Kicking facts, counting Jackson's
Relax, living the Solomistic, hieroglyphics

fly away where they never Even seen me
How you go and F*** one of these N**** wanta be me
You can't be disloyal
I can't help when you get needy
Let me

ass inside
Go and blow that dough tell
Your ass don't choke
I feel it now, now I want some more
I overdose, I overdose, we overdose
We overdose now, I

Mississippi
To the day I die
I wanta be free
Born and raised in the state of Misery
My love ones died beaten
And hung from a tree
In the state of hate
In slaved

She be down in LA yeah
Down by the Bay
Shawty run my mind
And shawty don't play
I be down in LA yeah
Down by the bay
Shawty run my mind
And shawty

You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yessir)
Hood anthem, let's go

Gettin', gettin', gettin' (Xcel)
Gettin', gettin', gettin'
I was gettin'

I got bars, I got bars
They go harder than burglar bars
Your bitch treat me like a star
Play wit me send you to god
I got bars, I got bars
Solid shit

the weekend
Try to find an escape
Reality is just a game
And I don't know if I wanta play

Is this who i'm supposed to be?
Cause all I can really see
Is my

Fuck you daddy
My bro's and I treat you like you don't matter
You had three times to get yo' shit right
But you paid more attention
To these hoes

Haha, you got the moves like Michael Jackson
Haha, I swear you move like you relaxing
Haha, are you laughing or reacting?
Haha, too much power in

to go, so I took a left
She look like gorilla Zoe, say my nigga Jeff
I drop shots just like my bro, not that nigga steph
We push it to the limit, us Lil

Broke and stoned and growin' ignorance
As I go to glow in decadence
Stoked to blow this whole damn place to bits
Flows so Frozone, Samuel Jackson I

State Of Yo

The Brand New Heavies

Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1

1992

head
Honey said '69', I thought of boots
And gave her pro-Keds
D for action, just like Jackson
'Cause the Jacksons are not imagined
I don't really

too but I don't do
Got the shooting that can score the goals when I want to
Only use it when I'm on the road and I'm on route 
Go anywhere for the money

me
Loyalty is what you claim, tell me why you tryna leave
I'm just lost off in this world, man, I ain't got no place to go
I'm surrounded by this

tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em

Curtis Jackson
50
Let’s go
Many men many men
Need to be looking out for me
I’m taking it all
With a grin like the Grinch
If any want rap beef
I’m bringing

block party was fuckin' litty

Hopin' you don't think about comin' through, I'd clap your whole committee
She want a link, but I'm timeless, I feel like

up on vice
I wanna blow up over overnight
But I don’t wanna go down like a flight
I wanna make waves using sprite
Cause something new I wanna stay in

(let's go)
Knicks got, umm, who?
The Knicks got, umm, man, I don't know the niggas' names
Clippers got Kawhi Leonard, Paul George
Westbrook in Houston,

(ADELSO on this)

You been feelin' empty
And I can see it, you never even crack a smile when you're with me
I know people come and go, but don't

the Christmas guy comes by
Delivering me presents
That don't make me want to cry (Aw)
Horse (Ew)
Did you get the "I'm not a horse" bit? (Um, it's fine)
Oh, okay

take
Kick yo' face 'til yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot