Lyrics:
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
psychotic and
I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear I'ma get 'em
I can if I will it, it's written by William
I'm stoppin' at nothin', this kid isn't bluffin'
I'm
the same thing
Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above
We can spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
We can build a house
to the School wife house
And knocked at the ring,
Saying, "Little Sir William, if you are there,
Pray let your mother in."
The School wife open'd the door
will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in
my bounce back (bounce back)
Pou' my cup I twist blunts
I'm lit livin' life don't give a fuck (no fucks)
Hol' up yeah I'm finna stunt
Young T Lee 'bout
and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited,
I'll sit alone
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse,
rivalry, cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) William (WILLIAM) yes ma'am
When I'm in a G-man
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
mean I kilt sumn
Day by day
Work smart not hard Twouhem
Lee on (leave)with that bullshit cool runnins
Shake sumn
Move my way
I might hit sumn
Peel
Ballad of Corky Lee - Radio Version
Music and Lyrics by Gary San cngel and Glenn Suravech
When I went to school
I studied US history
In my book I
home
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I in the air
Take
finished talkin 'bout it
Till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son
Yo that's why I carry hot guns i'm on a
Beach in LA fuckin' fly
I Know It's Heaven But I Call It Home
Lyrics by Reverend Jamey Williams
Composed and Recorded by Mel Knoblett
The world is troublesome and tiring
over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my
over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my
a Deacon and the Treasurer at Russell Union Church for many years. His daughter, my cunt Virginia, helped raise me as a child in her home in Warrenton
smile and buy my time
And I don't want you fillin' funny
Just think of Bonnie Lee like a busy bee
Gettin' by by sellin' honey
She's got this picture
want a gf but I got too many at one time
And at the same time they all gonna hit my line
Rejected by all my crushes they don't wanna be mine
Now my heart
I live out in the country used
To hang on old Pond Creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa used
To cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn
the same thing
Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above
We can spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
We can build a house
Sermon, one of god's children of billions
With more hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad
the land of my dreams;
It's my little old home down in New Orleans.
Oh-de-lay-ee, ay-ee, oh-lay-ee.
Oh-de-lay-he-ay, oh lay-ee.
Ah-lee
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