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Caz

(feat. Bad Azz) [Caz talking] Uh yea, check this out here Dedicated to busters, marks, tricks Mickey ass niggas, whatever you may be (Fake ass) Keep

You got beef, bring it with talk, ain't no need for violence There's already too many men in the moment of silence Too many with handkerchiefs, too many

[Intro] Lil Wayne: yea Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh Lil Wayne: yea Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face, yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did Lil

just think of this and me as just a few of the many things to lie around, to clutter up your shelves and I wish you weren't worth the wait cause there

No, I'm talking about a fully operational, post traumatic, temple lobe, paranoid skitzophrenic, manic depressive, homicidal maniac. A classic case. This

It doesn't mean much It doesn't mean anything at all The life I've left behind me is a cold room I've crossed the last line From where I can't return

She loves her mama's lemonade And hates the sound that goodbye's make She prays one day she'll find someone to need her She swears that there's no difference

Baby I'm gonna break it down (tell you truth) I wanna prove my love for you (it is real) Cannot Resist these feelings inside (not anymore) Just gotta

i hate myself for ever having thought that i was stronger than this. and i'm convinced that this town may well be the death of me. (wear the mask. live