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Fluen i min scanner
Påsken falder sent i år
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Gangsta
Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
(These are the real Sopranos)
(Cannon)

Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with

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Seasons

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had

Step into the club..
Scan by the scanner.
Looking so cool
Yeah am the bad bad
Looking so wow
Men am the badest
Sexy girls,dance for me
Move your

sporting COG on the standard
Just landed, reads on the scanner
Hands on my lancer and I'm gonna want answers
Briefed and equipped now I'm sprung from

destination
The waves are heavy, wind is strong 
Oh my the world is shaking
My comrades swiftly vanished, here by myself
Searching for an answer far, left

Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through

(Enrgy made this one) yeah
Huh

I'm scared of Enrgy
He pulled up swerving in a 'Vette
BIN Reaper
At the self scanner working in my tech
Fiends in

nigga?
Trying to warm up by the oven?
We ain't have no heat nigga
All we had was each other
I ain't got no fuckin friends
I only rock with my brothers

three(bah)
Saved by the blood
And ain't it from me
You know what I mean

Its that wicked wicked
Sorcery
These niggas never heard of me
I'm in da cut like

trying not to answer
Tango with the Devil and I'm
Such a great dancer bookin' on the boys
Still running from the scanner
Born in the ghetto still
Searchin'

to the surgeon
A little gunpowder in her laundry detergent
She still makes me mind my manners
Cookin dinner listenin to the police scanner
You know my throat gets

disregard
Weather lab in his back yard

The watcher knows our sins
He calculates the wind

Starting this morning, on the scanner, something odd
Radiant signal

on the banner
Cut their stomach, kill em slowly
Scanner darkly, hiding hammers
Chop the swish up like I'm Kobe
Like Montana with my banter
Bitch I really feel

Investigating your routine.
A discovery by just one line.
Your scanner is not working or you don't see.
A screen doesn't even separate.
The only way to escape .

bounty
In a timely manner
Cue police radio, on the scanner
About to break loose
Like they do in hell
You can claim
All the fame when you knew me well

One

Size you up
Eyes on you like a scanner Don't know who's who
Easy to get caught up by a scammer
Bring back what was destroyed Fights use to be one on one

Claiming difference
Isn't mischief
When the intent
Of the mention
Feels affliction
And sets off another murder Decision
I was fenced in
By a dense sin
That

to
remove my belt and shoes
I feel in my heart that
I'm already gunna lose
And when I go through
that scanner thing
They can see through
My penis

this, watch niggas copy
Try to, before all hell is shut
Probably caught falling in a baby hammer
Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner
She bought

a BAP

Shorty say she 10/10
But she ain't stack up a 10 
I just put my drip on sky scanner 
I believe I can fly 
I just told my n*gga be sly
Go Check out

a scanner
But I bet you, people are gonna forget you,
Yet you, still wanna keep on going,
Throwing all this effort nowhere,
Compared to your peers with money,

You'll look pitiful
I'm the new Mike Jack of the streets
But this new
Might jack you the streets
Got a AI cross
If you reach
Don't get saved by the Bell