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Little T And One Track Mike

from all the acusations And the laughin False facts, and lies of the world outside I'm a' just sit here and count flies One Two Three, four, five That one died And

to flow I want wings, don't you know? Yeah, kids, I know all about it I'm gunna get my wings one day Don't you doubt it I don't want a car or diamond

One, one, two Check me out, right here, yo Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then

a cap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap One, two, yo, face my shoe My name's Mike Balls and I'm coming through Guns crimes, stabbin' and burgalarization

could be the 8th Wonder of the world And the 9th is on the track bitch I don't track until I go hoarse Hear my voice and they pray that they never hear

you that this woman sells pussy for me You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three But most of all nigga, I ain't the one Now back the fuck up

one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash

Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch Cool and Dre on the track, run it

Years and Years and ya cant get rid of me From the dark age into the renaissance The rap obsession caused the regression But one man stood up and that