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butter for the kids
Grew up on Roosevelt in the four corners of Death
I made it out the hood thanks to God can't praise myself
Liquor stores to the south,

shades darker 
Than your sagged pants that In jail make you gay

So pull up you're a big boy 
No pull ups if you wipe ass

My hood up like a syke mask 
You

fly spittas
And you know me… I'm a Amityville nigga
You think they won't hit you up well damn it they will nigga
It's Brown's down to Northside
Stix

a Amityville n****
You think they won't hit you up well dammit they will n****
It's Brown's down to Northside
Stix on the cross side
Flats never cross by

it'll go down with the greats
Spitting fire at the black gates
I'll give you one, pay you later
Served on a platte by skater waiter 
I'm magicked up by my

the ways and go back to days hurry up our communities desperate 
Like,
Listen up imma put it like this
You make this all go by the flick of the wrist
All it

Rize

Big Syke

Novakane

2001

Killa Kadafi beside us
Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us
Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up
From East to West Coast yo, don't

Feelin' Blue

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Rollin' on the River

1988

up to break me down.

[Chorus]

Hey, look over yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no

Jordan Block nigga look
Suuuuuu
Ayo, I grew up Uptown, I'm a Roosevelt reject
But Grandma lived in 3-Nine, so I always repped the P-Jects
I cut class

Last song on the album, lay down 
Let me hit you with the talcum
This is add on, this just tax
Lay back
Let me hit you with the jazzhands
I'm

(Monsta's gon' tear it up)

Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I

down say what

Don't call it hip-hop
Because it really isn't
If you listen, it's similar
But just a little different
Rhythmically delivered lyrics over

Dear,  you in a letter 
You ain’t understand it by now 
You ain’t got it together 

Franklin D. Roosevelt 
First Inaugural Address 
“Present situation

With men who done forgot about time
By snorting a line
And telling everybody they fine
God, dammit, they lyin'
I pull a bag back over your eyes to open

Sexy Magic Woman
Lyrics by Ivaylo ’Sykes’ Moutaftchiev

Sexy magic woman and I drive her crazy! 

I’m the guy who makes you wait every time I come

the whole show for free

Unparalleled, break it down like Sunbelt
One with the trees, Nicky Roosevelt
I spit loud without a big stick
She gettin' plowed by

Ha ha!

Ears up, honey - money don't grow on trees
So if you wanna walk
Away with a fistful of dollars
You oughta listen to me
You see,  I'm a little

Turn me up a little bit, man just a little
Let me feel the summer breeze in my hair
Whip it, in the convertible queens shit
Cruising down Queens Blvd

of day
Dropped off the bags now it's time to hit the town
I was on my way out the lobby
She had them diamonds on her timepiece
No Roosevelt she a dime you

blues

I hate when I get Nasty Nudes
They put me in blues
They put me in blues
They put me in blues

Don't send me pics just eat! Eat!
Eat the pussy down

don't you see

There's blues you get from standin' in the rain
There are lonesome blues that flood your soul with pain
Some blues will hit you up against

my queue to go turn up the sound  
Me and my dogs coming straight out the pound
Me and my broads smoke it straight by the pound
Yea see we tryna turn

pussy Imma snatch him by the mouth
Two party system need to take another route
He ain't Roosevelt he ain't really well endowed
Tiny ass stick but he

Look at all the lights, they shine so bright
And you and I were meant to fly like planes up in the sky
The sun is yours and the moon is mine
And I