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Limp Get Away

do I do it for you cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still around

be P, P, P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away

better We sat it out like some passing bad weather Well, my mind was like kid's boxing gloves The kind blown up with air That are put away after play And get limp

, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad

must be simple delinquent To try to get what the sick is so leave the hard is to limp it And only the thrill will we get it? I'm an assassin of soul out

I get 'em Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth if you want the food To get rude, Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the

raw Clap....... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin Put away that

they brains Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key in his left leg, even underwent surgery They say his pirate limp gave him away As the feds

never get strong my mom needs you gone you traded all your paper clips for a soap dish that way your best friend's rubber ducky wouldn't slip and slide away