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Great Northern Numbers

for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin' It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North

to never test, it'll be a 'Category F5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north

numbers in my phone Got my money long, because I'm cashing them checks Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and collect In that down south state, where the cash flow is great

you'll get numb see Whoa, let me help you, amigo Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums Ladies and gentlemen, straight from Bombay You experiencin' the great

skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great

finally, from the west a rider Who wielded a great hammer of war, with them came their Soldiers of death, followed by an army of immortals They were few in number

want it any other way I'm a bitch, I'm a tease I'm a goddess on my knees When your hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover I've been numb, I'

great physique And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh but look at that soul I tell you the whole Is a whole lot greater than The sum of his parts And

knew it Fool, you know how we do it West Side It's bumpin' on the East Side It's slammin' on the South Side Makin noise on the North Side Chillin'