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on playin’ wit me then ask what the problem be
Like I don’t remember what they did they as was steady hawkin’ me
Clear out all the maggots cause this shit is

lowkey
Girl, I know that i'm yours but don't act like you own me
She seen me creeping, now she claim she don't know me
My speakers knocking when i'm all by

cereal
Give him no weed, just give him some sugar
Give him some water and give him some chicken
Give him some cookies and give him that cereal
All I need

Hook:
I got my weight up, just know I don't play by that paper, run over and stiff arm a hater
I'm from that side of the city, a n***a might take off

so many times couldn't be close to you
Left me by myself all them times you was gone
I came home momma passed out on the lawn
She drowning in alcohol,

I'm killing it
Killing it
Killing it
Man this lady I see all the time
Keeps on giving me notes
I open em up and it's still murder she wrote
Man I'm

got in and blocked the door
Took off all of her clothes and
Wrote her mother a note

Dear momma
If you're reading this just know that I love you

You Got Me [Live]

The Roots

The Hip Hop Box

2004

and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by 
The name of Miss Jill Scott 
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up

an artist so I painted her a picture
My tongue the brush and words the paint mixture
She's feelin' me and me her like I'm all nerves
Body language on point

shoot for me over again 
Wish they free my brothers out the pen 
And catch all you niggas that snitch on ya mans
Shout out my lawyer got me out a jam

changed up, perkies help me get by
I'm at the bottom, underwater I don't feel right
Thats why I swallow all my problems on a still night
My demons talkin

Which Way Will You Go

Vince Gill

These Days

2006

the score

Don't let the devil get you by the throat
You pull that trigger, girl, that's all she wrote
Satan's waitin' for you down the road
Oh, which

she wrote no he don't deserve her 
We know that nigga got some nerves girl you need to swerve
And we scream murder she wrote no he don't deserve her 
We

ball like Kobe and Paul Gasol
These bitches know that I'm thuggin'
These bitches all on my balls
Yo bitch is beggin' me that she
Can see my Polo drawls

that chronic it could lift steven hawkins out his chair
Way too young for wear and tear
Play my cards like solitaire
So if i fuck it up i grab my deck

attentive
The blue sky fled her presence, seeing she was accompanied by clouds that were angry
This time around, she was but Power Hungry!

I wasn't searching

Cusswords

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won't say white girl, won't

that's awesome
Let's see how it goes
From the rooks to the pros
Wrote X's and O's in the projects
Came back through like I'm supposed to
All those other

the bass like a headboard bumping that wall
Now girl I wrote this song
Bump to it like you do all night long
You the reason I wrote this song
Inspired by

dismayed when I said I wouldn't rhyme for the change
But when they saw what I had displayed
They were shocked like
Virgil Hawkins, and the actions I prefer

Notes / Prima Donna [The Phantom of the Opera (Original London Cast)]

The Phantom Of The Opera Original London Cast

The Phantom of the Opera [Original London Cast]

1987

an answer
I take it that you sent me this note (what's all this nonsense?)
Of course not
Don't look at us (she's not with you then?)
Of course not (we're

the shit man go get me a pamper
She be callin' me bae I ain't talking bout Tampa
She hawkin' a nigga Atlanta
Any problems that come at me I gotta handle

It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!

ANDRE
Damnable!
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!

FIRMIN
Andre, please don't shout . . .
It's

fists 

Everybody messing with my boy it's so legit

Now I'm living out the raps I wrote it's too official

Roll it up as the day goes by


She all outta