With your slipshed [unverified] watch in back And skinny, skinny people don?t like that When you call on them, spell me Spritzer on ice in New York City Isn?t
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in the seventies finally fall Meant nothin' at all Meant nothin' at all It meant nothin Sometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling Sometimes I can't
diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve
come down But don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up must come down But don't let me fall, don't let me fall '
waitin' on these niggas at the finish line We just took our first trip to the Amalfi Coast Couple days on the beach Then its adii??s (Killa) Just look at
Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement
bad bitches, it don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch They say we can't be livin'
enchanting farce Than that moment when she shouted "move your bloomin'".... I have often walked down this street before; But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at
by pavement Nikki Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment Many attempts but couldn't save 'im Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't
Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And
! . Drizzy! Ahah.Uh Yall don't really like me I can understand My flow is sitting right inside da pocket on my pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run
something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions And I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know
morning, I keep forgetting The smell of the warm summer air I live in a town where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
in a balaclava Winter's cold, is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December drinking horchata Look down your glasses at
a perfect man I don't believe in the stars Then you smiled at my pretense As you broke down my defenses Just want to be where you are Love ain't like
't ya call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again, who?s fat? When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at
