hang around But I'll have to let you down I just haven't got what it takes To put up with you To put up with you To put up with you
the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal
a great dane 12 cylinders 50 grams of willing ya These rappers get away with pushing child Illingers Now it's hard feelings... I just put my ceiling up
to sit up and listen And I'm not saying we could save you, but we could put you in a place where you could save yourself If you don't get born again at
got the jazz, my man Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher Up and John Coltrane up
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you dont love me you aint the same when 50 Cent's in town I know you dont love me you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get down I know you don't love me
be alone, you cannot comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck Who can
got the jazz my man yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher up and John Coltrane up
to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal
to sit up and listen. i'm not saying we could save you. but we could put you in a place where you could save yrself. if you don't get born again at least
