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the businesses and properties which were being run by elder sister and her son. But her husband was of the opinion that she was still young and still a student so
tat so they call him 'lil pac
He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me
He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean
cuz heont play
Its young debo strapped with a black hoody
They call me young mcnabb
Cuz i got eagles that throw bullets
And im eager just ta pull it
So
took the title by a windfall
How you scared of heights
But your whole life has been a pitfall?
I'm getting in shape
I've been working on my figure
Young
Wasting time, lost in love
We can go where no one will ever find us
So let's waste time while we're young
We can drive til the morning sun comes up
Here we go
This goes out to a very special girl
Everybody has someone special
And if you don't have anyone special,
I feel sorry for you
But
[C-Bo:]
Back at'cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's
Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's
On a mission mashin', nonstop 'til we cashed in
twenties
Everything shiny still grimey and a thug
I know it make you like to stand by me in the club
Hugs and kisses every young girls wishes
Kiss
something is special tonight
Lets do what lovers do
Oh I'm ready for you
I don't wanna waste my time
But you can't hurry love
So imm take my time
Lemme do my
to anymore
That's why I am in the booth
Rapping bout' life, what bout' you
Living fast, and dying young
That's what I go by all night long
If you don't live
the sun's warm hug, everything's just right.
So here's to the sun seekers, young and free,
In this world of play, where we long to be.
We're the sun seekers,
That safi boy
It’s you boy mr mageek
Young Icon
I’ve been looking for that special kind of love
I’ve been searching for that special kind
the booth than I will make it in the kitchen
I'm special with the mic and I'm special with the wiping
They say take risk and prosper
Young n**ga took em risk
Maga be booming like metro
Ain't Taking our freedom the tech blow
We started this movement you know that it's special
We settle the beef when we
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm
that heavy metal
Got six figures, by myself, so best believe I think I'm special
I'ma send that boy to god if he keep messing with the devil
50 ball up
nuff enuh dwog
Pocket nuh empty
In a the s class
With a special ina me left hand
Wid the weapon
Tuck ina me shorts
cause me nuh tek talking
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Yeah, let me talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, lemme talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, Yeah
(Young nigga 20 now, six rings)
(23)
(Pray to God)
(Pray to God)
(This shit is so special)
(Pray to God)
(Young Millie, drop that shit)
I know some people who think that they're special
But their shit could never get pass the first level
Some chick was
been wishing I could have it
Since I was young
I'm still young
This is that rare magic
I'm so lucky that I found it
Don't screw it up
I'll screw it up
a young girl trying to make it halfway
He was so temporary
So caught in the moment
So love at nineteen
Better off now you know it
So blue by a kiss
Even
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
Mama feel connected with me like we on the WiFi
Know she down for whatever even if it's drive by's
When that Henny get in her system it be grind time
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