things should end If they were infinate We would see their worthless Dont be down my dear Its just cold draws near Lie down still for a while
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these things should end If they were infinate We would see their worthless Dont be down my dear Its just cold draws near Lie down still for a while
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein' a broke nigga I want a all chromed
't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but separately 'cause
Nickee Coco woke up early one Tuesday morning and decided to go for a walk in the tomato field behind her house. As she was walking along she saw a magnificently
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing
Landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a
a hundred grams Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs So that's free game for all
the confusion and if they still sleeping on me someone hit the snooze then Keep sleeping while I sell a couple million I'm headed for the moon, I ain
what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self protecta, don't know, bitch, and keep my hands on a-little-a bit a solo shit,
'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook Off the chain and a muthafucking wire You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire Throwin' up blood
deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly
hood a couple of years ago But still I can't let it go Like bomb cock, it's got me comin back for mo' Nigga, my neighborhood, a/k/a the Asphalt Killing Fields
from being fine as hell to look at my guest or roll I'm swoll, a boss with a perm and a frown They say chicks don't run for witness partic a clown I'm
that's why A drop in the ocean a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like a drop in the ocean a change in
door and look into your dark eyes. I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile. Just open the door and let me lie down for a while. Now the gray rain
