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BIRDZ

Rick Ross

Zuu

2019

run game
We was able to sell it, now my city serve cane

Don't start none, won't be none
Don't speak, don't hear, and don't see none
Only fear one

Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio

Space Jam

1996

runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't want to move then I'm comin' right

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

that says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, on purpose, wants

her like
That ’cause I did fuck her" Damn!

This is the type of shit
That a man never wants
To find out while he's locked up or maybe so
’cause only God

because adults strange
I play around with this shit that you call a game
Money put the head on the lid,talk to the walking dead
Drive by,pull up

the L's
Gotta whole lotta shells we'll feed you some
And then the peoples come
Nigga I ain't see none (I ain't see shit)
We don't know no names (nah)
I

education

And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by

Diamonds might come by the carrots
None of these niggas want baggage
None of these niggas tote cash shit
I take yo bitch and I marry
I take yo bitch and I

wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are

claiming that I was admired
I wasn't admired I was stuck on the tightrope of your microscope eyes
And none of this was every warranted by something I did

You've seen my black face on your TV screen
So you keep thinking this shit's easy
Try copy me fam, you'll see
That nobody wants your shit CD

Do I

Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these

is total care
Our mother, who knows a righteous Angel she raised
Our mother, who wants me to be your brother again

This is where I sing upon a Wing

over like you want to replay last night
I get up and pack a bowl
I tell you to go find the light
I haven't done this since I was a kid
Go find the light

I call shotgun
I call shotgun
I call shotgun
I don't want none
I don't want none
I don't want none
I call shotgun, officer
I don't want none
I see

out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank

Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He

It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1 
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down

don't wanna spill it
I got my dick in her motherfucking riblet

But I don't fuck with none of these bitches
This bitch must think I'm an orphanage
She

sphere of knowledge

And then explained in detail from Allah, who is all-wise and well-acquainted with all things
Say, Worship none but Allah. Indeed, I

I been pouring up so much I think I need a doctor
I don't feel none I think im a monster
I don't feel love but I know I want ya
I don't feel none

matters)
We still caught up in all this what, caught up in all this what
It don't matter (None of that shit matters)
Ouu, none of that shit matters (None

(Discipline)
I'm pulling bitches by the fours ain't no
(Discipline)
I'm bout to send them to the morgue ain't no
(Discipline)

Discipline 
Ain't none
Discipline

(Discipline)
I'm pulling bitches by the fours ain't no
(Discipline)
I'm bout to send them to the morgue ain't no
(Discipline)

Discipline 
Ain't none
Discipline