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a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft
People we know with face tats got them for a reason
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you

that's The Method!

	Make a guess, kid!
	Put it to the test, kid!
	See what you get, kid -
	THcT'S THE METHOD! (The scientific method)

We got the M E T H

[devil] Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil] Ay, I am Stress
[Sticky] Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you

Soul by the Pound

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man" 

I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown 
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun 
If you got beef beef then you'll get

sleepin' on the ground
Now I'm on a California king
And this shit ain't just a dream get this shit by any means
I'm addicted to the green
Got a fam I gotta

I got this thing inside my head
Thinkin'
So many good times
Are close ahead
Oh-ooh-woah-ooh
So Keep on pushing thru
Cuz
I believe in you
And
Soon

Records we reloaded with a full clip
I let my little shorties worry about that cute shit
But I'm the prospect that you got to respect
Your man got a little

to snatch
You got set up by a bitch, I guess you met your match
I remember times was rough, I still got money through the patch
Tryna take it past

wish you'd try to snatch
You got set up by a bitch, I guess you met your match
I remember times was rough, I still got money through the patch
Trying

and brothers
From other, fathers, and mothers
From witches to lovers
Our spirits rise above, and hover
You just got to love her, and show her you care
And always

Rodtang
by Omar Musa

Intro:

In my 36th summer lost 30 kgs,
bob n weave, toe to toe til the pearly gates gleam.

Chorus:

I'm going in like Rodtang,

risen, yeah but something missing
Hoping you got sad when you get beat this bad by an autistic
All you piggies want is that "get bitches on your dick"-shit

Outside by myself, ain't no lacking, Good in every spot
Shorty why you irritated? Question really got on her nerve
Like a nigga was Spoc
Gang

wish to

Said I but you've got no choice



I beg you sir, she pleaded

From the corner of her mouth

I will secretly accept you

And together we'll fly

continuous
They told me power more important if you leverage it correctly or make nothing more than 20 bells an hour generously
I'm doing Tom Nook numbers

to sleep and I ain't have no where to go
Well I did though
But it ain't simple
I was taught to do it by myself as a kid though
Momma didn't have a education

Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you

She'd get up by the window
I'd stay

Hey, did it on my own
TM
Poin' up some red and countin' blue, yeah, this shit got me throw
Fuckin' bitches, dick and tummy, yeah, you know how this

getting abused by the pressure of a daily grind
Led to setbacks, you know how we get back, the future is bright, I got the drive but my tyres lookin' dead

If you claim you got that many
I'd just get attacked by wafers from
A horde of Christian grannies
To listen to your ramblings
Your fans must take

Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is

Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I

Two Bottles Clacking i made
This on Halloween, used
Two beer bottles i just wanted to say
When you
Got fans like Black Clover has fans
You don't need

was even scared to keep it real
Six kids, six baby moms, how they make you feel

Never thought I'd be a damn one to see you by my side
We went our

The Beast

Fugees

The Score

1996

Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble
(Ay yo should I slow down?)
Nah kid go faster
Just cause they got a badge, they could