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What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time In this place beyond my sight My heart knows what is not yet seen I'm witnessing my own becoming Lash myself
my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks The
you say it is and what I'm thinkin of You say you want a good man and But when you got one you don't know how to handle it... Bitta sistas what you've become
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer step your jewels
boy in a grown man's world But as a little boy I could fuck a grown man's girl And if I bust in your mother then you become my enemy Get it? Enemy? Uhh
acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become
coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Cesar Picadas At high school got head by the lockers Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers Rocked jewels
victor Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler Wahlberg shooter, young flow fluid And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels
can't be choosers (choosers), go and get a ruler Chain extra long like Wilt Chamberlain's my jeweler (hey!) Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler
on the road this time around my mind is on a different mode theres no need to shop around i got the good shit at home ive been blessed with a priceless precious jewel
again Ev-ery seven or eight thousand years The brain becomes one with the ears Man becomes one with the sneers The flesh becomes one with the gears
It's the teacher, go on and give him a try I take you all the way back to ba-da-bad-ba-ba-bi Stay fly, without the flashyness my Jewels is the gift
samurais Waitin for the sun to come up To watch the battle begin The heads has kept his trophies in the warriors' den And souls descend and destroy the sick and weary And become
she slept she dreamt that she saw him A-lying in the countryside all covered with gore and blood Oh brothers, brothers why do you whisper And what's become
