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(feat. H.A.W.K, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain
I never knew them personally, It was 1959, My mom was only 12 years old when he ran out of time, On a trail to damnation (or climax some folks say),
I remember the tears in her eyes She tried to hide them away But her time it was going too quickly Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away
learn, you'll see cause thats how close we are and without a voice no one could hear you sing and it ain't no flying without the wings so if you see me flying
These niggas just mad because I am what they pretend to be If they went numb to the touch they'd still be feeling me Bitch you know it's nothing when you see them
Escape the carven paths Listen to the voices in your head Hear them whisper in their ancient tounges Let them lead you out of Darkness Into the newborn
Escape the carven paths Listen to the voices in your head Hear them whisper in their ancient tounges Let them lead you out of Darkness Into the
coupe Make you wetter than a beach when the tide is high And have your body feeling sweeter than some pecan pie You.ll be riding cloud 9 when you flying
friend so quick Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust Them
left, yeah I got colder But then they said, I wasn't cool enough for them No no we're not cool enough for them No no we're not cool enough for them
Even if I cared to try I, I couldn't please them their petty complaints, stupid restraints ain't gonna work it's all to cheese and regret, don't fret
Even if I cared to try I, I couldn't please them their petty complaints stupid restraints ain't gonna work it's all to cheese and regret, don't fret,
will all take off again You might as well have been one of them Holding my cigarette like a tiki tourch I'm just fending them off And then you whispered
need If you can give me all your money baby you can have me (eyh'yeh'eyh) Boy I can be that everything that you need If you can give me all them dollars
to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi. (You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them
Their mating has started, there's no way to stop them, Brushed by the wings of the King, Nostradamus Thundering black of the swarms are upon us The cup
