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Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in solatos
young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the determination of a patho
Running the water with bricks at his poncho
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go back in time, you be Judge
my men and ?? I know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like T-Vo
But 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my free-doughs
Now the doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the doors go up it's a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too
Yessur...

My close your eyes,
Just you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and surely rise
Just by the man that controls the skies
you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just me how you feel
...How you feel

We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, get this cake right
As I serve it, you just it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how it feel?
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you know me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First on the ramp is the rock and rolly
one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
If priest need the mention that I've been biten
But a force be the chocolate where are written
He dresses where his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't what I want
Still thumbing my life like a drug-star porn
one thing to say you did it
It's one thing to lie your didgits
It's one thing to say you live it
It's another for you fuckers to it
But I admit I got all paper plus the prettiest faces that's off of our nature
I a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll me happy buy yourself a Sattle
my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when with true
A man dies, born, as far as Peru
It's a simple between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and care what it costs us
Now I'm with with a pit full of Martians
I guess you say that we fly like saucers
at niggas, with classing and figure
The cash and class
The thrashing mag
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you don't me...