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Loved Ones The Pretty Good Year

Uhh, check it out, uhh (I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at baby) Fuck all that pretty shit Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (

Intro: Biggie Uhh check it out uhh *singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter

focus, y'all niggas need to holla at me, man He use to touch me, love me Hug me, kiss me, hold me everyday I never thought that I'd be finding out That you gave your love

of the ghetto Pretty good kid but he always found trouble In the city life it ain't hard to find trouble No income in the home you find struggle 2 years

, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant I came in here on business I, I, I came in here on business It could work out pretty good It could work out pretty good

Buck 65-Square 1 (Some mumblinga?¦) Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through

in 20 minutes Peace Allah, hope this scribe reach ya hands in good health As for self, no sense of worryin' my cards been dealt Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year

audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because

It was pretty big year for fashion A lousy year for rock and roll The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion It was a dark, dark night of the