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to Poughkeepsie
You got knives I got glizzies
Try test my heart is empty
Imma star for some centuries

Imma star for some centuries
Pull up park in a Bentley
Let it

when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla

tryna get fire in the booth with Charlie 

I'm on about sloth I ain't chatting bout Wilson 
try it on my own like I'm Whitney Houston 

I was in lockdown

Woho, you pushed me to the limit, yeah, yeah

My temple is built upon love
Brick by brick, yeah I've made it on my own

I'm a dreamer and I believe in

by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you,

told me keep it real

They call me by my nick name in the club
I don't fuck with whitney she's a thot
If you wanna leave me please do not
Baby try

on a Vyv
So high sorta like a Whitney Houston ride
Big guy I order the fries supersized
If you don't mind I might just let you decide
If my squad ain't

Dinninit

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey

It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I

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her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And o' Jim just got sick right there on the floor

He dropped

overdosing like they're Whitney Houston 
I look at this shit like it's the mother fucking hunger games 
Kill or be killed
Who's gonna stand with me anyways 
I

Space-Dye Vest

Dream Theater

Awake

1994

you, but I love you. 
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and 
Feelings, even when 
I hold you in my arms. 
It's our last chance
It's our

bullshit) lyrical miracle
Nigga I ain't got time for that (nobody listening to it)
I'm focus on my enemies (that's the real shit)
Y'all can have that (fasho)

(that's nasty)

I said I wasn't gonna do it, y'all know that wasn't true
This my favorite time of year, y'all know how I do
I disrespect niggas

the studio the Radio’s on AYE!
On air something like a cloud 9
No lie feelin like I’m fiening to get what’s mine (what's mine)
Oh my I think it’s about time

wanna do is turn it
Touch road and I’m out on
My own and they stepped
On my toes so to me it’s all worth it
Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block
We been

It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire

some smoke
I call my brother he gone bring the heater
Bet that shit sang
Like Whitney Houston or just like Anita
They ain't think that I could do it

it, by my own, I don't need, no ones help
All I need is my own love, I'm all I have in the end
I get why drake said no new friends, im sticking to that

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

move shifty
Why they try play ditzy
I don't fuck with industry
Move around like a gypsy
I'm out to Houston no Whitney
Yea yea yea
Quickly I Came in

walk in a room
It feel like 
Horus in this bitch
I bring the sky with me
Higher then Bobby
When he with Whitney 
Hold my head up high 
With so much pride

walk in a room
It feel like 
Horus in this bitch
I bring the sky with me
Higher then Bobby
When he with Whitney 
Hold my head up high 
With so much pride

Brody got the 40, and my shorty she gon ride wit me
This That hood love
This that hood love story
This that hood love
My bae like Whitney Houston