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"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Uh, balance
A drunken ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in somethin' stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne
the Mike Balls school of fcukin soccer violence
Mike how d'you organise a fight?
I does it by the e-mail in the middle of the night
He's Mike Balls
AAH
off my clothes and started to cast lots
The pain of the whips were like bullets from a rifle
Three times denied by my own disciples
Nailed to the Cross
as Cena when I cut the lights out
Probably got you talking to the cops like right now
By the time they hit the sirens I'll be vibin' at Mike's house
Type
I've been getting aches since she walked out
And I've been sober four, five days by now
So, hey there, liquor
Hey there, liquor
I've been looking for you
another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Well mike d what got for me show these good people what it
Means to be d well
buggin' with his patrons
Act now you could catch him Oh and by the way
If you look up in the crib you could find what they be trappin
Bitch you don't know
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
and
Explodin' on the whole court.
And I don't wanna be,wanna be, nothin' like mike
Cause even mike don't miss every itty bitty triflin
And when you in
He always helped kids in the
City and you know what
I think he always will
Now my buddy Mike Tellis was a
Good man everyone loved him so
He took care
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be
Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Hey
I could care less bout a fuck nigga
Ya girl say she single so wassup with her
In the VIP Section, pouring up liquor
And I
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
with, was killed by a car
Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and
Death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin' him 'cross the street
He just
childhood pals hit the road
When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code
But in this case, who knows what went down?
Bottom line is wishin that
I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You'll get chopped off by the needle
Scott
Then it's back to the chill spot
Ensuing by her going
Into a rant using that
Shocked tone and gestures
To prove in fact
Talking who I'm shooting
a fuck-up, pain in the ass
Ready to jump, I ain't had no run-up, but Imma fly
Meet me in the sky, you're rising up, but I'm passing by
Or that'll be true, once
the sucking song
Yeah that's my life
See me in the highlights
Walk up on a nigga
Knock 'em out like I'm Mike Tyson
I wanna grow out
Live long and show out
Hit
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
with us
Crying cuttin' onions in the kitchen
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Pullin' up at 2 AM at night
Nothing but vibes all in my sight
In my 23's I'm feeling like Mike
I been ballin' believe that hype
Ain't been told that
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