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Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
You know you messin' with a nigga
That do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while
There's two in
I'm good, best shape of my life
One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes
Only a dick head wouldn't want to be rich
And do his car like
miadu shaku shaku my baby
Mumu fe dome mebe nyade li
Come closer and see wetin I getti
From Ghana to Naija na me get the banger
Keep straight with me
good thing to disaster
Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it
She put her neck in a noose, snapped it
Hangin' on every word she heard
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
call myself the Sea
Somedays I wish we'd just grow wings and fly
But she's going away next weekend
If you wanna come by
If we were in a movie, they'd
Yeah
And so it was written, and after all these things
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power, and the earth was lightened
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
Starbucks and Davis Street are places that I like
Cultivar and Houndstooth do get me by
Wild Detectives' got me living life right
Ascensions' got me
you know
And I think you know what
Hare kopana the best thing you can do is just to walk on by you know
O shape okare gao nkitsi but uh you know
It's
shapes and beliefs
Love black men from the birth to the peak
From burbs and the streets
From the belly of the beast
Raise your fist, it was made from
what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
mean shit
You didn't do nothin' when your homie
Got lit up by them Crips
And the main thing that show
That y'all ain't no Blood
Is when you come to San
things turn out the wrong way. Be careful
Ha Ha Ha, the grave is waiting. Your stall wrenching everyone gain tonight
One step away from decay
But the butt
loved, a beggar: then he pray'd
Save them from this, whatever comes to me.'
And while he pray'd, the master of that ship
Enoch had served in, hearing his
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
cause I'm from DADE and love Major shit
Third quarter for the game and ain't no way to quit
Not that I could if I would
See My mama loved an asshole in
on, come on, come on, come on, yea
Yeah, real warriors style)
[Masta Killa]
Hear the crowd start holla
Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark
Mic
Nobody for smoking
Yo, bullets flying, mothers crying
Brothers dying
Lying in the streets, that's why we're trying
To stop it from falling apart
And going
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a week
Than they
Slow down cause I can't take the heat
Slow down (Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat
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