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of violence and we say everybody's getting a bit
heavy or bit intellectual about it.
Everybody's talking about peace,
but nobody's doing anything about it
all,
(lose an replace)
ther's no way out.
Read my mind.
Can't you feel that I'm
Leaving you!
(talk about it, talk about it)
Leaving you!
(talk about it
(said it all)
Rumors about me, I read 'em all (read 'em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head
necklace wit rocks
But this aint about shit that I got
Pronounced Boolie not Bully like jocks
It's just Buuri Baboon like a furry
You can find me posted
hypnotises many to abyss
And the more you’re educated man, the harder that it is
Hit me with the text and then watch me read it wrong
Every song when I get it
eyes is crooked dice
(goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best
Uno, Marc, Bert and Q, I brought my dogs with me
Carts, weed and wax too, I got it all with me
You should know I'm pushin' M sport out the whip, case
to lose it all and jump out on the drum?
Who else gon' try to get us rich by writin' out these songs?
Nobody, who gon' throw they goals away and blow about
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
go - Fried dough
Deep fryers heating - Fried dough
It's all I know - Fried dough
Spending all my money on the Q'bert machine
I had a roll full
up for my ducketz
Pull a move, if it's bout my erniez like i'm bert
I was geekin in the Heightz off the purp
And the Sherbet
Glizzy on my waist like
to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in
Ion need a hook bitch I'm on the second verse
These niggas on my line got me dead, nigga Hearse'd
I know it all by heart ain't got no time to rehearse
a coupe laid back on the way to perform
If you leaving with me then be gone by the morning
Shawty bad but i had to ignore her
What i heard about her it hit
Off your know it all face
Laugh while you can
Yeah live it up
And read my lips,
The the joke is on you
I figured it out
You're all about walking tall
I wanna live by your side and die in your arms, protect your life with my life from all of life's harms
They're just feelings and words and empty
"In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
about it
And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin'
Around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire
some of you like it
And some of you love it
But none of you want it like me
Counting the hos by the dozen
You fuck on your cousin
I know that you flock
spot
You know the one we got
Radio Shack, where it all began, wham
Electronics and goodies, oh what a store
Unfortunately, all it makes you now is
And then I prayed on my knees
This a testimony
God supplying all your needs
Let's Start by opening the book called the bible
If you don't know it please
welt
My mind it is trapped words float in a cell
Back walking this earth I've seen the depths of hell
Binded by the beat and the drugs its a curse
I put
elliot, oBE?
(Uh, well, I don't know the book, sir)
Er, never mind
Never mind how about 101 Ways
To Start a Fight? (By?)
An Irish gentleman whose name
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