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Dead Stop Nothing New

face, (Nah) Till I'm white like a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change but the pilot line and the studarist

, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing

go When you feel that heat And we?re gonna ride the boogie Share that beat of love Chorus [Brandy] And when the groove is dead and gone (dead and gone

- I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. So the car pulls up and stops. That was

not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope

clouds, 60g's a month 50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin fast and cookin' dope Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller [?] My new

not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope

who want me dead But everytime they run up on me, I get scared And my skull explodes All over those motherfuckers Sometimes I get hungry, man, but it ain't nothing

stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing