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Script The For The First Time

trapped in a cut, ain't nobody showin no love Hoes lookin for a he'll hold to clapped, 'cause bitch you already some If you lookin for a shell to hide

that pussy'ole You must be a pussy'ole The sun the biggest star in the sky But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night Everything's got its time

my braincells for ransom I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and number one If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comes This

move throughout space and time. And the first... [Jean Grae] Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth The first flashing her

are a part of me So all that surface level services a day-to-day An ongoing basis in desire and display The first sensation recognized by script We

groovy speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for

break, break) The CB's, the CB's, they're here I'm checkin' my mirror from the rear Locks are closer, than they appear The time is near for you to drop

goofed up Now you get kicks, 'nough licks, plus cuffed up 'Cause you can catch a quick drop For tryin' to take the Schnicks' props So tick tock around the clock and shock while we lick shots For

All steps to land in bed with you My watch is fake, this ain't my coat And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me Bitch, I lied, every time