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Feeling A Hundred Sinners

, should've been there, Should've been there, should've been there, ah ah, Should've been there, should've been there Every game played, has a winner, And every sin made has a hundred sinners

spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play Spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight disaster

defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful

stables with they hands shackled ?Fakes it? with bracelets and lace it like cattle Ooh, what a battle, ooh what a battle When I hold you, under siege, like a hundred

as a talent) Millions a gotta manage, lil talents up in the rappin I'm such a threat to these n*ggaz (you never know what could happen) I started without a

the only way out There's a pistol in a pawn shop window Made of cold, blue steel She took it home to find out How warm a little mercy could feel God

you pink thing. You make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry. And when I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high, pink thing. Hundred heartbeats high, pink thing. Hundred

there's so many hundred things To talk about, making us laugh Just like a Shakespeare revolution Please organize our spiritual evolution So that you'll feel

ain't a hell of a lot I can do for you But if you want to see heaven's door Make out a check for five hundred or more "Send me your money" Do you hear