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And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
them trucks, we do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
the times
When you caught me in lies
You knew other women wouldn't mind
So you stuck by my side
So everything
Everything you want and need
I'll
the taste
Like ooh, shawty know just what to do
You wanna come fuck with the dude
It's true, me and my crew got
Pinks and blues, shawty gone come by 3s and 2s
stomach growl
Wow, get your son's neck wrung
Hold him by his ears
Throw him down the stairs
Now you gotta step-son
Imma' make a suggestion
Come up with
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
Y’all niggas over saturated watered down like Caucasian kool-aid
Better knock it off or my mans a steel
all you brainiacs come meet your doomsday
Pure
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
celloe - such a long way
Run when you hear the cello
You're in for a long stay
Hey, hey
IV. Lay It Down
Children yet to be born
Don't you mourn me
And it helps me see
I cover up my eyes to block the light
I cover up my eyes and try to fight, the fall
Chorus
And it helps, When I come down
with air holes
And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, mothafucka
Hah, come on, what you say?
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I
deathrow (like it ain't nothin)
('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
This go out to my partners in the Live Squad
And all my homies out
shoes
Make ya wishes come true
Like baby it's me you
I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I put some bands up
Dreamin’ I’m awake and refuse to die young
Dreamin’ I’m awake and refuse to die young
All set to pack my bags and move on
Tryin’ to live right but give in
the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls
Come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
Mothers Talk
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
young nigga thought you had it coming
And I know you not the type for running
AK sound off like the band drumming
Quick to check a nigga if he sayin'
frustrated, cause they want to live like us
Don't want to ride the bus
So with the tail pipe draggin
They choose to ride the wagon
Of a band of rappers who like
have we come to?
Put that on my grave won't die usual
Look at what you put me though
Cross I bear
Young Ric Flair
My competition dog man this shit ain't
rapping & shit niggas think that they know me
San Antonio shooter he ball like Ginoboli
When it comes to my fye, lil boy you can't coach me
Got to stay out
and a feeling that remain
You're dying to live again
On my way back home I walk by the giant stone I see the young ones
playing ball. I say good luck You
The transparent kid but still I rise
Good golly I’m feeling jolly
Even without popping a molly
Unlike Polly my pockets fat
When you put in work that capital stacks
Don't hold no bitch for ransom, I'm too handsome
Yea I'm young rich and handsome, so these hoes gon' flock
Yea I'm handsome, when I grip my Glock
I'm
a heavyweight
Gotta carry my town it's a heavy weight
But i got it on lock need to make a way
You should come with your friends
My place interstellar
You don't
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