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Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material
What up with Big Tony, mafia material
Hand signal
Shoutin' out the plug in

my wig
And my polkadot nightgown
Lady by the end of it
Leave it better than we found
Because happiness can spread
One leg at a time
So tell me baby are

you gotta pay (yeah)

Patience isn't for thugs
There's times you gotta pay
Like i told you
I done made my way

Chorus 3:
By the night niggas creep
Don't

a check,
No downside
Blow by still swimmin' in them low ties
Don't lie, him, I, bitch, you know mine
At the goal line, and it's showtime
Everybody in this

hear her voice shoutin' everywhere
Thinkin’ ‘bout the good times
It must be bad that a witch would care
Can you see the witch
Can you see the witch
Can

praise my God forever
I’m still sold out
I live by the spirit of God never killed by the letter
Still sold out
I just wanna do my best to please ya
I’m

the crowd
It's a cloud when they catch ya
If you allow the pressure of
The sound to carress ya
Drummers huddle and struggle to snuggle by the heat
Bodies look

to shore

Does she really know me
Does she really feel like movin' on

Coeur D'Laci Mae got me bottlin' at tea time
Coeur D'Laci Mae got me bottlin' at tea

the treasure and
Shoutin' fuck the man, I was raised up by the motherland
Get my paper and my chains up on the other hand
Turn me to king contraband rulin'

Secrets

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

Yo, yo.
Her name was China Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in Jersey, a regular show stopper.
Club hopper, couldn't tell her nada'
Can't even

of folks tellin me sorry
Gun in my face by the time I was eight honestly I feel safer when keepin one on me
Nun to debate had to run and escape about 2

I won't stop, until my niggahz make it
Big time
You gon ride dick for position
You gon switch sides
Tried to stab me in my bac, You carry 6 knives

times again
Won't reiterate if you can't get it through your head
I see your will is hanging by a tiny piece of thread
You shoulda thought about that

weeping week after weekend,
Every time I get the mic steamin
Bout to set it off, throwing Molotovs, Shoutin crossbar
Til they carpe diems,
Anaheim rhyme, ho

the way for me
Ohh
I need a reconnection
Plugged in
Plugged in
I done got myself together it's about time
I been saved since ten did a backslide
It was by

or just an illusion?
I pinch myself to make sure that Wyclef ain't dreamin'

[Wyclef] (singing) Verse 1:]

By the time you here this song, it'll be number 1

cents we make dollars right by by the ocean in motion 
I'm a showman with the notion to show devotion expunge emotion
While y'all fade away like erosion

Rhime Animal

Thousand Foot Krutch

Set It Off

2001

jumpin' around, Here's some finger snaps, said uh..
If you still don't get it man, Forget it,
By the time you accept us we'll be makin a new record,
It's

where everybody sleeps
Shoutin me to face time I say just come to me
So we can chill and waste time listenin to beats
Linkin on the same vibe shit is not

[Verse 1]
Been a minute since I seen you
I just been killin time
Lettin all these n**gas know
That you gon' always be mine
Disappeared and reappeared

to your kids
By the time they have children, they gon' relate it now
They'll be better when they pickin' their relationship power
To lay a foundation down,

Lifetime to be measured
Timeline, I see Escher
Blind to all of these guidelines
I'm fine if we are together
Finite time to be tethered up
Get

them highs
But too many times fallin' to my grave and
I just do not know what's gotten into me
Y'all say shit but wait, I ain't fuckin' think
That I

the gods countin
(woah
My time is close re-routin

Makin ha scream no shoutin

Oh she widdit she widdit no poutinn

Makin it pour how it sounding

Cuz all