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a black rag and wore a mask most nights everybody want to be on G shit till the police come than they want to speak with the please we didn't he did I seen
Punch in I'm collecting these commas
Better come correct when you talk to osama
Purging and we all about drama
Taliban who get drippy you know where
I've been told not to dwell on the Past All it's gonna do is hold me back and keep
Me at last Times I was in the car thinking let me just
Crash I'm
Pouring salt in the wound, doesn't matter when you're high
Break down, pray to a God in the sky
It doesn't matter he won't come down
It doesn't matter
by the time it rolls round to next summer, there's gonna be a little baby too
I wonder if we'll make it through
Oh these summer times were made for me
Comes Around
In Due Time
It’s Hard To Read It
If I Can’t Understand The Contract
My Lawyer Read It
Always Pay Him By The Hour
Not Retainer
Shit Is
the leaches and rise
I got by
Momma supporting come fuck with the light
A couple of hundreds ain’t nothing but tokens I’m smoking with god on my side
Ain’t
tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you
COUNTESS (CARLOTTA)
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Ha ha Ha ha Ha ! (Ect.)
Time I tried to get a better, better~half !
COUNTESS AND CHORUS
Poor
Of us so don't expect
The end of the world to come
One day out of the
Blue – it's been happening every
Day for a long time
as I'm
Passing by Yates next
Stop and wonder if I'll
Enter heaven's gates
I told my cousin D at TSU "I smoke trees
I think the Lord is calling me
Both
Like death row everything is wrecked
All creation is a mess bro
In the fullness of time in steps the hero no red cloak
He's Jesus
No flashing lights
On the third day I drove by and he was sleeping there again
But I noticed that that little raccoon had grown a lot
He was lying in the sun with a funny little
neck
I tell these hoes we goin have time for that
When it come to my fam I'll do time for that
Oh you hard let me shoot through yo confidence
Who Cloud
(Yeah) Back up in the mixing again
Was he in the Porsche or the Benz? (Benz)
Cruising through the city, top back with a lady by my side
Yeah, it's going
in the sun
And you'll earn your spurs in good time
Behind every tree's an old man that can rope
Young flankers are hard to come by'
from the dirt
He sent Son to come and die to set us free from the curse
He's the Messiah prophesied and from a virgin He's birthed
And by His stripes we
to the God of my life
I know that He's the Great Physician
Even though I'm cut by the knife
I say to God, my Rock, who stops the sea
You are the God who sees
the things she saw come out of his head
He spent his time in the kitchen, microwaving batteries
He even killed a squirrel and turned it into a hat
Oh, into
heart needs mending, come on by) stop by the potter's house (the potter's house)
Give Him the fragments of your broken life
My friend, the potter wants
greater sign can any man show?
That know with his own blood He made me whole
He justified me, glorified me
Paid my ransom and I've been redeemed by his
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
G O A we run shit come into the club, blacked out like a punk bitch
Too busy keeping it hundred got my scriptures like I'm a pandit
Check it, waddup
asked God
Who's mine? He told it was you
Decided to start a plan, decided to make a move
Uhh, it's about time
Please tell me you feel it too
Cause this
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