What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bidWhen the cops came you should of slid to my cribF*ck it black no time for looking back its donePlus congratulations you know you got a sonI heard he looks like you why dont your lady write you?Told her she should visit thats when she got hyperFlip it talk about he acts too roughHe didnt listen he be riffin while Im telling him stuffI was like yeah shorty dont care she a snake tooFucking with the niggas from that fake crew that hate youBut yo guess who got shot in the dome-piece?Jerome s niece on her way home from joes beaches clubPlus little rob is selling drugs all the timeHanging out with young thugs that all carry 9sAt night time theres more trife than everWhat up with Cormega did you see em are yall together?If so then hold the fort now I represent to the fullestSay whats up to herb ice and bulletI left a half a hundred in your commissaryYou was my nigga when push came to shoveOne what? one loveDear born youll be out soon stay strongOut in new york the same shit is going onThe crack-heads stalking loud-mouths is talkingHold check out the story yesterday when I was walkingThe nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethingWord to mother I heard him frontingAnd he be pumping on your blockYour man gave him your glockAnd now they run together what up son whateverSince Im on the streets Im a put it to a ceaseWhen I heard you blew a nigga with the ? for a phone pieceWhylin on the island but now with ?Better chill cause them niggasz will put that ass on fireLast time you wrote you said they tried you in the showersI maintain when you come home the corners oursOn the reels all these crab niggaz know the dealWhen we start the revolution all they probably do is squealBut chill see you on the next v II gave your mom dukes loot for kicksPlus ? flicksYour brothers buck whylin in four Maine he wrote meHe might beat his case til he come home I play it low keySo stay civilized time fliesThough incarcerated your mind (dies)I hate it when your mum criesIt kinda wants to make me murder for real-aIve even got a mask and gloves to bust slugsFor one loveSometimes I sit back with a Buddha sackMinds in another world thinking how can we exist through the factsWritten in school text books bibles etceteraF*ck a school lecture the lies get me vexed-erSo I be ghost from my projectsI take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while Im sleepingA two day stay you may say I need the time aloneTo relax my dome no phone left the 9 at homeYou see the streets have me stressed something terribleFucking with the corners have a nigga up in belle vueOr h.d.m. hit with numbers from 8 to 10A future in a maximum state pen is grimSo I comes back home nobodys helping shortyDo I roll them two phillies together and the friends we call them oowopsHe said nas niggaz cold be bustin off the roofSo I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuceHe inhailed so deep shut his eyes like he was sleepStarted coughing when I peeked to watch me speakI sat back like the mack my army suit was blackWe was chillin on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracksI took an l when he passed it this little bastardKeeps me blasted he starts talking mad shitI had to school him told him dont let niggas fool himcause when the pistol blows a shot thats when a murder be the cool oneTough luck when niggas are struck families fucked upCouldve caught your man but didnt look when you bucked upMistakes happen so take heed never bust upIf the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleedShortys laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foulOnly twelve trying to tell me that he liked my styleThen I rose wiping the blunts ash from my clothesThen froze only the bolder herb smoke through my noseAnd told my little man that Im a go cyproseTheres some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he choseWords of wisdom from nas try to rise up aboveKeep an eye out for jake shorty whatOne love

Uh what what uhStreet dreams are made of theseNiggas push Beemers and 300 EsA drug dealers destiny is reaching a keyEverybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for niggas with big GsWho am I to disagree?Everybodys looking for somethingMy man put me up for the share one-fourth of a squareHeaded for Delaware with one change of gearNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazedwith the glaze in my eye that we find when we cravedollars and cents a fugitive with two attemptsJakes had no trace of the face now they drew a printThough Im innocent til proven guiltyIma try to filthy purchase a club and start up realtyFor real G Ima fulfill my dreamIf I conceal my scheme then precisely Ill build my creamthe first trip without the cliqueSent the bitch with the quarter brick this is itFresh face NY plates got a Crooked I for the JakesI want it all Armor All Benz and endless papesGod sake what nigga got to do to make a half millionwithout the FBI catching feelingsStreet dreams are made of theseNiggas push Beemers and 300 EsA drug dealers destiny is reaching a keyEverybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for niggas with big GsWho am I to disagree?Everybodys looking for somethingFrom fat cat to papi niggas see the catTwenty-five to flat push a thousand feet backHolding gats wasnt making me fat snitches on my backLiving with moms getting it on flushing crack down the toiletTwo sips from bein alcoholicNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now Im all for itMy man saw it like Dionne WarwickA wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score withThe cartel Argentina coke with the ninaUp in the hotel smoking on sessaminaTrina got the fishscale between herThe way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen herShe got me back living sweeter fresh CaesarGuess David Robinsons Walle moccasinsBitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BMWord is bond son I had that bitch down on my shit like thisStreet dreams are made of theseNiggas push Beemers and 300 EsA drug dealers destiny is reaching a keyEverybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for niggas with big GsWho am I to disagree?Everybodys looking for somethingGrowing up project-struck looking for luck dreamingScoping the large niggas beaming check what Im seeingCars ghetto stars pushing ill EuropeansGn heard about them old timers ODnYoung early 80s throwing rocks at the crazy ladyWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave meThe street raised me up giving a f*ckI thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it upI knew the dopes the pushers the addicts everybodyCut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink naughtyAint that funny? Getting put on to crack moneyWith all the gun play painting the kettle black hungryA case of beers in the staircase I wasted yearsSome niggas went for theirs flipping coke as they careerBut Im a rebel stressing to pull out of the heat no doubtWith Jeeps tinted out spending never holding outStreet dreams are made of theseNiggas push Beemers and 300 EsA drug dealers destiny is reaching a keyEverybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for niggas with big GsWho am I to disagree?Everybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseNiggas push Beemers and 300 EsA drug dealers destiny is reaching a keyEverybodys looking for somethingStreet dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for niggas with big GsWho am I to disagree?Everybodys looking for something

Woke up this mornin (yeah)You got yoself a gun (yeah yeah yeah)Got yoself a gunYo Im livin in this time behind enemy lines so[Chorus]I got mine I hope you (got yoself a gun)You from the hood I hope you (got yoself a gun)You want beef? I hope ya (got yoself a gun)And when I see you Ima take what I wantSo you tried to front hope ya (got yoself a gun)You aint real hope ya (got yoself a gun)My first album had no famous guest appearancesThe outcome Im crowned the best lyricistMany years on this professional levelWhy would you question whos better? The world is still mineTattoos real with Gods Son across the bellyThe boss of rap you saw me in Belly with thoughts like thatTo take it back to Africa I did it with BiggieMe and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggleYou lames should huddle your teams shookYall feel the wrath of a killer cause this is my football fieldThrowin passes from a barrel shoulder pads apparelBut the Q.B. dont stand for no quarterbackEvery word is like a sawed-off blast cause yall all softAnd Im the black hearse that came to haul yall ass inIts for the hood by the corner storeMany try many die come at Nas if you want a war get it bloody uh[Chorus]Yo Im the N the A to the S-I-RAnd If I wasnt I mustve been EscobarYou know the kid got his chipped tooth fixedHair parted with a barbers preciseness Bravehearted for lifeIts the return of the Golden Child son of a blues playerSo who are you playa? Yall awaited the true saviorPuffin that tropical cups of that Vodka tooPapi chu tore up wake up in a hospitalThrow up? Never member I do this through righteous stepsYou Judists thought I was gone so in light of my deathYall been all happy-go-lucky bunch of sambosCall me Gods Son with my pants lowI dont die slow put them rags up like Petey PabloThis is Nasdaq dough in my Nascar with this Nas flowFlip the beat back now its all reppinHit the record sto never let me go get my whole collection yo[Chorus]Its the return of the Prince the bossThis is real hardcore Kid Rock and Limp Bizkits softSip Cris get chips wrist gliss I flossStick shift look sick up in that Boxter PorscheWith the top cut off rich kids go and cop The SourceThey dont know about the blocks Im onAnd everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?Where he shop at and dress at?Know he got dough where does he live? Is he still in the bridge?Does he really know how ill that he is?Got all of yall watchin my moves my watch and my jewelsHop in my coupe dodge interviews like thatIts not only my jewels ice anything plenty chainsLook at my tennis shoes I iced thatWho am I? The back-twister lingerie-ripperAutomatic leg-spreader quicker brain-getterKeepin it gangsta wit ya uh[Chorus x2]

BraveheartsUh uh uh now lets get it all in perspectiveFor all yall enjoyment a song yall can step witYall appointed me to bring rap justiceBut I aint Five-O yall know its Nas-YoGrey goose and a whole lotta hydroOnly describe us as soldier survivorsStay laced in the best well dressed with finesseIn a white tee lookin for wifeyThug girl who fly and talks so nicelyPut her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breezeWe can drive through the city no doubtBut dont say my cars topless say the titties is outNewness heres the AnthemPut your hand up that you shoot with count your loot witPush the pool stick in your new crib same hand that you hoop withSwing around like you stupid king othe town yeah I been thatYou know I click-clack where you and your mens at?Do the Smurf do the Wop Baseball BatRooftop like we bringing 88 backThey shootin Aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin Big money playboy your times upWhere them gangstas? Where them dimes at?They shootin Aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin Big money playboy your times upWhere them gangstas? Where them dimes at?This aint rappin this is Street-HopNow get up off your ass like your seats hotMy live niggas lit up the reeferTrunk othe car we got the street sweeperDont start none wont be noneNo reason for your mans to panicYou dont want to see no ambulancesKnock a pimps drink down in his pimp cupThats the way you get Timberlandd upLet the music diffuse all the tensionBaller convention free admissionHustlers dealers and killers can move swiftGirls get close you can feel where the tools keptAll my just comin homeys paroleesGet money leave the beef alone slowlyGet out my face you people so phoneyPull out my waist the eagle fo-fortyThey shootin Aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin Big money playboy your times upWhere them gangstas? Where them dimes at?They shootin Aw made you lookYou a slave to a page in my rhyme bookGettin Big money playboy your times upWhere them gangstas? Where them dimes at?BraveheartsI see niggas runnin yo my mood is real rudeI lay you out show you what steel doMobsters dont box my pump shot obligesEvery invitation to fight you punk hazasLike Pun said You aint even en mi clasa!Maybach Benz back seat T.V. plasmaLadies lookin for athletes or rappersWhatever you choose whatever you doMake sure he a thug and intelligent tooLike a real thoroughbred is show me loveLemme feel how the head isFemales whose the sexiest is always the nastiestAnd I like a little sassiness a lotta classMommy reach in your bag pass the fifthIm a leader at last this a don you witMy ninesll spit niggas loose consciousness

Check me out yall Nasty Nas in your areaAbout to cause mass hysteriaBefore a blunt I take out my frontsThen I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhuntYou couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reeferThats like Malcolm X catching the Jungle FeverKing poetic too much flavor Im majorAtlanta and braver I pull a number like a pagerCause Im am ace when I face the bass40 side is the place that is giving me graceNow wait another dose and you might be deadAnd Im a Nike head I wear chains that excite the fedsAnd aint a damn thing gonna changeIm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?Nas why did you do itYou know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme its halftimeIts halftimeIts like that you know its like thatI got at him now you never get the mic backWhen I attack there aint an army that could strike backSo I react never calmly on a hype trackI set it off wit my own rhymeCause Im as ill as a convict who kills for phone timeIm max like cassettes I flex like sexIn your stereo sets Nas will catch wreckI used to hustle now all I do is relax and striveWhen I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5I drop jewels wear jewels to never run itWit more kicks than a baby in a mothers stomachNasty Nas has to rise kid surpriseThis is exercise til the microphone diesBack in 83 I was an MC sparkingBut I was too scared to grab the mics in the park andKick my little raps cause I thought niggas wouldnt understandAnd now in every jam Im the fucking manI rap in front of more niggas than in the slave shipsI used to watch C.H.I.P.S now I load glock clipsI got to have it I miss Mr MagicVersatile my style switches like a fagotBut not a bisexual Im an intellectualOf rap Im a professional and thats no question yoThese are the lyrics of the man you cant near it understandcause in the streets Im well known like the number manIn my place wit the bass and formatExplore rap and tell me Nas aint all thatAnd next time I rhyme I be fouled whenever I freestyleI see trial niggas say Im wowI hate a rhyme biters rhymeStay tuned Nas soon the real rap comes at halftimeIts halftimeI got it going on even flip em on this songEvery afternoon I kick half the tuneAnd in the darkness Im heartless like when the narcs hitWord to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparktoncause when I blast the herb thats my wordI be slaying them fast doing this that in the thirdBut chill past the entree and lets layI bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matineePutting hits on 5-0Cause when its my time to go I wait for God wit the fo-foAnd biters cant come nearAnd yo go to hell to the foul cop who shot GarciaI wont plant seeds dont need an extra mouth I cant feedThats extra Phillie change more cash for that weedThis goes out to Manhattan the island of StatenBrooklyn Queens is living fat andThe Boogie Down enough props enough cloutIll will rest in peace yo Im outIts still halftime

One time yeah yeahYo all I need is one mic one beat one stageOne nigga front my face on the front pageOnly if I had one gun one girl and one cribOne god to show me how to do things his son didPure like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with151 one sipll make a nigga flipWriting names on my hollow tips plotting shitMad violence who Im gon body this hood politicsAcknowledge it leave bodies chopped in garbagesSeeds watch us grow up and try to follow usPolice watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knocking usOne knee I ducked could it be my time is upBut my luck I got up the cop shot againBus stop glass bursts a fiend drops his HeinekenRicocheting between the spots that Im hiding inBlacking out as I shoot back f*ck getting hit! {*more sirens*}This is my hood Ima rep to the death of ittil everybody come home little niggas is grownHoodrats dont abortion your womb we need more warriors soonSip from the star sun and the moonIn this life of police chases street sweepers and coppersStick-up kids with no conscience leaving victims with doctorsIf you really think you ready to die with nines outThis is what nas is bout nigga the time is now!Yo all I need is one micAll I need is one mic thats all I needAll I need is one mic all I need niggasAll I need is one mic yeahAll I need is one blunt one page and one penOne prayer - tell god forgive for one sinMatter fact maybe more than one look backAt all the hatred against me f*ck all of themJesus died at age 33 theres thirty-three shotsFrom twin glocks theres sixteen apiece thats thirty-twoWhich means one of my guns was holding 17Twenty-seven hit your crew six went into youEverybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeralNever gets shot up bullets tear through the innocentNothing is fair niggas roll up shooting from wheelchairsMy heart is racing tasting revenge in the airI let the shit slide for too many years too many timesNow Im strapped with a couple of macs too many ninesIf yall niggas really wit me get busy load up the semisDo more than just hold it explode the clip until you emptyTheres nothing in our way they bust we bust they rust we rustLed flyin feel it? I feel it in my gutThat we take these bitches to war lie em downCause we stronger now my nigga the time is now!!All I need is one mic thats all I need thats all I needAll I need is one mic theres nothing else in the worldAll I need is one mic thats all a nigga need to do his thing whyknowAll I need is one micAll I need is one life one try one breath Im one manWhat I stand for speaks for itself they dont understandOr want to see me on top too egotisticalTalking all that slick shit the same way these bitches doWonder what my secrets is niggasll move on youOnly if they know what your weakness is I have noneToo late to grab guns Im blasting cause Im a cool niggaThought I wouldnt have that ass done? fooled you niggasWhat you call a infinite brawl eternal souls clashingWar gets deep some beef is everlastingComplete with thick scars brothers knifing each otherUp in prison yards drama where does it start?You know the block was ill as a youngsterEvery night it was like a cop would get killed body found in the dumpsterFor real a hustler purchased my range niggas throwing dirt on my nameJealous cause fiends got they work and complainBitches left me cause they thought I was finishedShould of knew she wasnt true she came to me when her man caught a sentenceDiamonds are blinding I never make the same mistakesMoving with a change of pace lighter load see now the king is straightSwelling my melon cause none of these niggas realHeard he was telling police how can a kingpin squeal?This is crazy Im on the right track Im finally foundYou need some soul searching the time is nowAll I need is one mic yeah yeah yeah yeahAll I need is one mic thats all I ever needed in this world f*ck cashAll I need is one mic f*ck the cars the jewelryAll I need is one mic to spread my voice to the whole world

Whose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?I sip the Dom P watching Gandhi til Im chargedThen writing in my book of rhymes all the words past the marginTo hold the mic Im throbbin mechanical movementUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move withThe thiefs theme play me at night they wont act rightThe fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipeThe mind activation react like Im facin time likePappy Mason with pens Im embracinWipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streetsSuede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher completeWhether crusing in a Sikhs cab or Montero JeepI cant call it the beats make me falling asleepI keep falling but never falling six feet deepIm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)Im out for presidents to represent me (say what?)Im out for dead presidents to represent meWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?To my man Ill Will God bless your life (its yours!)To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your lifeI trip we box up crazy bitchesAiming guns at all my baby picturesBeef with housing police release scriptures thats maybe HitlersYet Im the mild money-getting style rolling foulThe versatile honey-sticking wild golden childDwelling in the Rotten Apple you get tackledOr caught by the devils lasso shit is a hassleTheres no days for broke days we sell it smoke paysWhile all the old folks pray to Jesus soaking their sins in traysOf holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughterThinking a word best describing my life to name my daughterMy strength my son the star will be my resurrectionBorn in correction. All the wrong shit I did hell lead a right directionHow you living? Large a broker charge - cards are mediocreYou flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?Whose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Im the young city bandit hold myself down single-handedFor murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remandedBorn alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throneIm deep by sound alone caved inside 1000 miles from homeI need a new nigga for this black cloud to followCause while its over me its too dark to see tomorrowTrying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tipPicturing my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skipAnd Im amped up they locked the champ up even my brains in handcuffsHeaded for Indiana stabbing women like the PhantomThe crew is lamping Big Willie-styleCheck the chip-toothed smile plus I profile wildStash through the flock wools burning dollars to light my stoveWalk the blocks with a bop checking dames plus the gamesPeople play bust the problems of the world today

It aint hard to tell I excel then prevailThe mic is contacted I attract clienteleMy mic check is life or death breathing a snipers deathI exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous stepsDeep like The Shinin sparkle like a diamondSneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket liningHit the Earth like a comet invasionNas is like the Afrocentric Asian half-man half-amazingCause in my physical I can express through songDelete stress like Motrin then extend strongI drank Moet with Medusa give her shotguns in hellFrom the spliff that I lift and inhale it aint hard to tellThe buddha monks in your trunk turn the bass upNas stories by Aesop place your loot up parties I shoot upNas I analyze drop a JewelInhale from the L school a fool well you feel it like brailleIt aint hard to tell I kick the skill like Shaquille holds a pillVocabulary spills Im IllPlus Matic I freak beats slam it like Iron ShiekJam like a tech with correct techniquesSo analyze me surprise me but cant magnetize meScanning while youre planning ways to sabotage meI leave em froze like her-on in your noseNasll rock well it aint hard to tellThis rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosenIll leave your brain stimulated niggas is frozenSpeak with criminal slang begin like a violinEnd like Leviathan its deep well let me try againWisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troopI dominate break loops giving mics men-e-straul cyclesStreets disciple I rock beats thats mega trifleAnd groovy but smoother than moves by VillanovaYet still a soldier Im like Sly Stallone in CobraPacking like a rasta in the weed spotVocalsll squeeze glocks MCs eavesdropThough they need not to sneakMy poetrys deep I never fellNass raps should be locked in a cellIt aint hard to tell

Whose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?I sip the Dom P watching Gandhi til Im chargedThen writing in my book of rhymes all the words past the marginTo hold the mic Im throbbin mechanical movementUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move withThe thiefs theme play me at night they wont act rightThe fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipeThe mind activation react like Im facin time likePappy Mason with pens Im embracinWipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streetsSuede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher completeWhether crusing in a Sikhs cab or Montero JeepI cant call it the beats make me falling asleepI keep falling but never falling six feet deepIm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)Im out for presidents to represent me (say what?)Im out for dead presidents to represent meWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?To my man Ill Will God bless your life (its yours!)To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your lifeI trip we box up crazy bitchesAiming guns at all my baby picturesBeef with housing police release scriptures thats maybe HitlersYet Im the mild money-getting style rolling foulThe versatile honey-sticking wild golden childDwelling in the Rotten Apple you get tackledOr caught by the devils lasso shit is a hassleTheres no days for broke days we sell it smoke paysWhile all the old folks pray to Jesus soaking their sins in traysOf holy water. Odds against Nas are slaughterThinking a word best describing my life to name my daughterMy strength my son the star will be my resurrectionBorn in correction. All the wrong shit I did hell lead a right directionHow you living? Large a broker charge - cards are mediocreYou flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?Whose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Its yoursIts mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?(The world is yours the world is yours)Its mine its mine its mineWhose world is this?Im the young city bandit hold myself down single-handedFor murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remandedBorn alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throneIm deep by sound alone caved inside 1000 miles from homeI need a new nigga for this black cloud to followCause while its over me its too dark to see tomorrowTrying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tipPicturing my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skipAnd Im amped up they locked the champ up even my brains in handcuffsHeaded for Indiana stabbing women like the PhantomThe crew is lamping Big Willie-styleCheck the chip-toothed smile plus I profile wildStash through the flock wools burning dollars to light my stoveWalk the blocks with a bop checking dames plus the gamesPeople play bust the problems of the world today

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Lyricist- James Brown

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[Nas]Uh, 2000 GYo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me backYou want to ball till you fall, I can help you with thatYou want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hatCause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'emCentury 21 solar eclipse While you listenin' to the words that I wrote o ...

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