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good Issa competition
Tyrna be vocal tyne be thoughtful
I never gon have enough education
And the sun goes by
I danced while watching the world that you

me
Select the perfection you'd like to be
And for a nominal fee
I'll attempt to make you just like me 
Who needs ol' Smith and Wesson 
With a missile

wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when you're dead? tell Uncle Sam I said

I ain't goin' to war for a shit

under your wings
Kept me by your side
Hug me by your arms
Don’t push me aside
Baby, you’re my love
Don’t leave me hanging
‘Cause I’m not messing ‘round

Ain't finally do nothing, send in the troops
Living my life, I don't play by the rules
My boy a pro, yea he keeping the tool
We been outside, but you

Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions
(He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)

Put

drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now

make them do the switcheroo
I heard he was dissin' that lil nigga died
This big Smith & Wesson send you to the sky

This big Smith & Wesson send you

bad
I just wanna fly, feel free
But I'm held down
Are you down bad like me
Are you down bad
I just wanna spread my wings
And let go now
Are you down bad

the lawn
To compare me and you is like a king to a pawn
Best believe I'm clutching on the steel
Will
Smith got a body on it, flip it to a mil
These other

eleven stitches when I'm on this microphone
The music it will velcro on your mind until it's set in stone
And if you want the truth then I'll send you

You so transparent bet your parents was
Some glass smiths, all I see is future but
You molded from your past tense, damn it
Had the willing but I

know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J

I'ma fade away
Took away my soul, I don't got nothing to save
You can find me smoking on a 'rello by the bay
I'ma dick her down, then I send her

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make 'em

Threat

Jay-Z

The Black Album

2003

you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make 'em

the flesh, this a biblical covenant
Shit is repugnant, sicker than ever
Lift the Beretta like I'm fightin' the zombie
Will Smith in the leather
Bitch I

a blessing
Better study the smith and I’m testing
Don’t be with the games but I be on my tekken
Only gon talk to my reverend
You get ya money from juggin

4 My Niggaz

Jay-Z

The Wonderful World of Cease A Leo

1999

featuring Blake see  Jay Z  Mr. Bristal 



[Blake C] 

What you sayin'? 

Roc A Fella (uh huh) 

Gener al (uh huh) 

B.I.G. (right on)

got time today
I'm in the streets I got new tires today
Jump out for you drive by then get back in and drive away
I'm like Siri I ain't got no time

boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damn

Fuck a War

Geto Boys

We Can't Be Stopped

1991

[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
      [You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's

with me (yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (huh), drugs, I got several in me (yeah)
Now dig your grave all by

After Taxes

Johnny Cash

A Boy Named Sue [CBS]

1979

after tax

You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have one
'Cause by the time your good old uncle Sam gets done