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You can tell by the way I talk, the way I walk
You want me to stop
You're mean muggin'
I'm a dirty motherfucker dream crushin'
But I clean suckas
Let

Come take a peek into my head
Come see the magic of my mind
You might see me as I'm
Locked up in here
But ill be climbing the
Eifel in Paris tonight

Down the Line

Gang Starr

Ain't a Damn Thing Changed

1991

Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I

on that dream since he rapped in the cradel but
But but here we go we get hard
Here we go he get hard
Fuck a critic, sing the song!

Stitched up by another

just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that

in a bottle that's a different type of potion
Alone in our thoughts, independent
No promotion when we turn into adults
Cause we still bottle our

me
Bitch, come blow me
Pull up my mamba, R.I.p. Kobe, that's my OG (that's my OG)
Still no Grammy, but I got trophies, then I went OT (then I went

take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get

What Happened

Yo Gotti

WHITE FRIDAY (CM9) [Only @ Best Buy]

2016

for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'

show my rings (show the bling)
She couldn’t understand
Guess we into different things
Wanna touch down
In the city made of dreams
I cannot talk to a hoe

to do,  
With his hands up don't shoot?!  
  
Turning our sons and daughter into martyrs   
While keeping their murders a mystery  
R.I.P. to the victims

I'm good I'm golden 
We up till six in the morning
Sometimes I feel so hopeless
I got my friends by my side
I got their backs they got mine
I got these

efficient
Cuz your dreams can be real, speak them into existence
Every day I gotta thank god that I’m blessed
I don’t got enough time on my hands to be

right here by side
If you, thinkin you know what I'm goin thru
Then you, just keeper me prayed up like my grandmama would do
Cant even keep it on the low

a dream I'm on a jet
Get head by the hoastest

Trapping out the bandoe
With my bro I'm on the same estate
Climbing up the mountain
There weren't a path
I

cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y

I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time

mother couldn’t sleep through the thunder/
My Unc copped it by the P’s in a bundle/
I seen it all, mad dogs still breathe through the muzzle/ 
I know I’m

P” verse 1

Yo, you’ve been lied to through media propaganda believing you’re a gangster like a kid believes in Santa.  Identity crisis, playing

to dominate
I pray my dreams turn into reality men I can't wait
Father heard so he pave a path now I'm on the way
Promise it'll all payback when its on my face

said it’s all a dream but it ain’t wat it seem
You had thought shit was sweet until they turnt you into meme
Late night with them coke boys R.I .P

at the festival or an cruban beach
Baby your hustle game's strong, like "You Don't Know" by Jay-Z
But you're a mixed chick, parents taught you how to be free
Living

didn't expect this
Some more foul shit done
Let me pull out
The checklist
You had your own slot
And worked yourself
Into the guest list
I never been

Winter Warz

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck

ford a mill on mind
Plugged in with the p's so we semi the nines
Ask nelly thats my sis she seen me get it with grind charisma
Magnetic turn his bitch