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All I know is better days are on the way
Feeling kind of grateful so I pray
Please God get the devil out my way
All I know is better days are

as much as making a way
I told my girl, she said boy go and get paid
I told my mama, she read me a scripture and prayed
I'd tell big mama but her body

Shamballa azul amah galla vallah hul
Alucabra bring them back!

Gotta get back to my security blanket
Spell didn't work what hell was I thinking
Nervous

my own eye 

by the base of this Mississippi river 

jazz music by the base of the Mason Dixon line 

I chill with my own time 

looking

VPTS (Violet's Placid Tender Swipe) poem by Timotheé 

Want morethan I'm going to get it
Appetite then I'm gone and fate eat
I show it more like I

It's a Lot
Way too many, on the rocks
I don't chase
Playing hard to get, she playing with herself
It's a Lot
I got black, I got white
Chief supplier,

on the way 
See these demons love to spray 
But I walk the other way 

I ain't dealing with no bullshit 
I got enough to deal with 
My family left they did

And that was reflected when using my gifting
I walked by sight, determined the course of my life by what gave me the most Ps
I would get gassed off

Ready for War

The LOX

Opposite of H2O [Clean]

2000

'm a do this the old way; get it while I can get it
As much as I can get, then I'm a go my own way

[Drag-On]
Aiyyo, I keep my guns like laundry
I dump

Yea
O.E
Whoop
Oh yea this my vibe
Uh huh
You either get it or you don't
Feel this
Look at my skin tone I’m so black
Look at my heritage I’m so black

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

on the low
Close to the enemy never show
Aiming the throat till the go
Hit that shit on the tempo
Leaving the party alone
On the way home 1 car slows
My body

Or you can stop denying press rewind and let my music get to it
I'ma grind till the death of me money be the missing key
Even though it was sprouted up

friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face

'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy

All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M

Nigga tell me how you want it

Black Zone playing on in the car
I told her shhh, she way too eager for us to start
This a Black Zone, so come get in it with me
This a Black Zone, come

On black
Yessir I’m on a mission
My nerves don’t have no feelings
I swerve if I ain’t feeling it
Black on black
Black rims on a 'Rari
My Js match my

vision! I’m not always going to say
Things the perfect way
The right way but I’m going to say how I feel
Right now, press, get ready
To write your

hood by the way we act
But these hood niggas call me brainiac
White folk say abrasive
All I do is acme like animaniacs
And sip my own juice without

he die
So cock my lie roll up and get high

CHORUS: [The Notorious B.I.G.]
(What you want?)
The keys, G-S 3's, the papes
Busing in bitches
making

and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log

Yellow Brick Road

Eminem

Encore

2004

perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin' in there
From the black side all the way

What you want me to do?
Well the blue one came out, then
The red one came out, now I gotta get two
And my watch ain't got no manners
The shit's just rude