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, done that+ Shit, dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went (* zipper sound *) come on, let's go! Want a deal? study these 5 chapters Lesson one: throw
a 4.5. Doin this for life Am I a pro Right 49 hundred Biggest street reppers Waters think they hot Bout as hot as peppers Better in my basement For you
[DMX] Got me on the run Uh, uh BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through
can't get away with by the time, he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a little before 5'oclock he when through the basement
I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run You ain't shit to me yo, I'm spendin' grands down in Rio Manaje in trio, garage like it Ceelo 4-5-6, Range
's a party in my basement Blue light, blasts from the past We're getting down (disco) Let's take it back to disco (disco) Come and meet me in my basement
even pay respect To my step dad when he died So finally got a release bid and I slide back to the county Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home
Helen Keller And I'm taking that food out up yo mouth like Old Yeller Satisfaction's overrated, I don't agree with failure So I just kept making heat up in the basement
high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city You know no replacements This is what i do i got a pole in my basement If i can
So I could splash in the corner shop And buy sweets till my teeth would rot I used to play football, I used to like dancing Man, I tried everything, even karate After 5
a touch its all we need just a kiss....Uh...Ummm.. Day of the sunflowers, we march on, day of the sunflowers... We march on (x5) Open like a flower
no good! [Verse 4:] I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps Sneezing at dust, and swinging at the spider-webs Inside the depths of his basement
emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin' doja in the basement in that
across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White Fingering Pamela Lee We on the balcony dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars I paid 5
Some say I got my sense of humor from her And I learned patience from making models in the basement Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical
baby, he just twist He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth See shit change because I normally came On the R train now me and 5 in the
So motherfuck your opinion I'm a loony path, I kill pedestrians Families, neighbors, best of friends, anybody An' if I don't kill 'em, I keep 'em In my basement
