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K one We both know that our love will grow. And forever will be you and me Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only. That don't fuss or * around on me or leave me lonely. Not just a ho
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here, okay, let me see here. Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we back man. Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance. Hittin' like a back hand. (I slap y'all kids). As if we in a game of
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First they dropped the bomb. Then came the disease. Then death. This is our world. Your world, my world. I like this world Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks. Catch a close up you
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stopping it (hold on). Who the * is this? about to bring the ruckus. This just ya boy, I'm some on other *. My nigga, take a puff of this. Piff man, I'm loving this, is Staten Island up in this
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It's been a while, and I've been alone. And you've been the only thing I've known. Born in the South, at home in the North. We could be anywhere you want Now you're taking me down where you grew up
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name. Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee. How the * you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things. Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing
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Satayin ed lover on the microphone, blazin hittin you in your head yo,. That was a fat joint that was the Wu-Tang dude ha hoo ha hoo ha word up. Man, speakin of the Wu-Tang where the * is method
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, three letters, M E F Man. Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death. And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man. Rap C. E. O. minus the yes man I know that's right, so act
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built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I been. Most likely, where ya start at will be the place where you end. And anybody hating
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I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface. I spit blood for blood verses. Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land. One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus your
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(Method Man). I'm the * the total package like Lex Luger. Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers. Through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my torture
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?). Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin'. (What?). I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin'. (What?). Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin'. (What?) Now who is he
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Uh that's right, oh yeah. Back with some nasty *, right there. Nasty, nasty nasty girl, nasty girl, baby come on. Think you a nasty girl, yea Pretty young thing like to bone. And she hate to spend
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teachin'. Banished from Rhyme and Reason for high treason Can it be that the kid with the knot knees. Got G to make a grown man cop plea. For this track I got a lovebug like Starsky. Blow back until I
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if you do, ya damned if you don't. Step inside my Range and get blammed if you won't. My clan in the joint, man we got it locked. Like whatever niggaz got in the bank, I got it stopped. Y'all
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Come on, take it back, 70's style. I'll do anything. All y'all old school studio 54ers. That's my word. There's nothing in the world that I won't do. I'll give my world to you if you want me to.
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the navigator, spittin' razor sharp. Breath laser data that'll tickle you now, but slay you later On this one call me Lee Major. Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic. Still not a player, I
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