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legs goals 
Am shooting up for this poles
Searching up for the kwacha
Enye sika then I roll

Am waiting up for the glory 
Ends meat now be the mission

the double R's, but the meat and bread in his order

Christ the rock, we bout to rock bottom
Demons do a portal, I'll hire us to head
The head come before

First

Esau

The Debut Album: The Farewell Tour

2000

first promising Noah this wouldn't happen again
The Gods put the first rainbow in the sky as their symbol of their word of men
They allow meat to be eaten

So Serious

Brotha Lynch Hung

Gods of Rap

2005

range, twenty four feet 
Leave you off the earth with this heat 
Leave you in the street, human meat 
Believe me, I still be workin this like

bitch man of steel (steel)
She driving the boat, I'm holding the wheel (yeah)
Meat in her grill, I'm giving ha chills (yeah)
Thumb in ha butt, she like

and eat meat
I know your mother, she ain't raised no shooter
And that chain is garbage you should hate your jeweler
Give my little man a ounce of haze

Matter of Time [Radio Edit]

Bustacrime

Dope Lines

2016

of the hit on the bit I eat like a piece of meat
I could leave the rest of sheet in the street so you could fucking eat
Take a look, take a hick men

now
Ya dead meat (meet)!
Bitch, ain’t nothin’ you said street!
And I’m riskin’ my health
They askin’ who the tourney favorite
- I’m liftin’ my belt

a muthafuckin strap on the side ready
to hit em, yous a hostage nigga and im a muthafuckin
villain, im raw like bloody meat but im deeper than
the pacific,nigga

crippled bitch
I'll carve you up and feed my dog the giblets
Eat all the dark meat I seared it and spiced
Because it was dark and I feared for my life
Go

filet!""
So I start feeling like a piece of meat.
Start feeling like I was a robot.
You know channel that people could just flip through and change whenever

Control the Jeep
That's for the slow creep
Fuckin' pussy smells like old meat
It's me

Heema the highest human, flyest cumin in my unit
I (?),

and eat this meat (wop, wop)
Woke up early morning, pot of S got me like fuck the world (fuck 'em)
I ain't tryna make more opps, this nigga mad I fucked

the breeze before I lift
Your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my
Meat like a catholic priest
Like

no plans to rewind · I used to be blind ·
but now I see fine, with divine spectacles ·
Some biblical meats and vegetables, my level's risin' like

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid

indisending bare
Take your food to my ends and share
With my real niggas that make ends meat
They will ride out when it gets peak
On a mad ting ya can't test

dark-skinned girls
They could be anything
So ma thought her life was
Munching the raccoon meat
Her desperate father shot and skinned
Life, God, was daddy beating

A large skinned goat is thrown down
The sewer hole to Croc’s cell
Then he became a monster
He roars before going towards the
Puddle where the meat has

or Cherrywood smoke
She took a chance and spread it for a Nebraska dollar
She had a whole speakeasy behind those meat curtains
The pussy has its own time

est plus
Verte dans l'grinder d'à-côté
J'essaie d'être au max sans
Blesser les autres mais la prod est trop
Dangereuse pour rester raisonnable
Apo

could sleep with the fish
Send 'em somethin' sleazy so
I could teach you
That I could reach you and how we
Do that hog meat real greasy

Uh, Slay told me