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Ludacris Release Therapy

your nose up in the air You know I got it if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock Release Therapy

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name, Darren This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press 3 if you

I grew up a f*** screw up Got introduced to the game (Dedicated to all my hustlers) To the game, then f*** blew up (That's a product of they environment

I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slappin' a nigga today

The time has come for bad things to leave The time has come for right to begin The time has come for the war of the Gods It's that time I'ma take the

Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction Satisfaction Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me satisfaction Can

Warning, this album contains Ludacris material Parental discretion is advised So kids, cover your eyes and close your eyes Otherwise you're about to witness

me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the niiiiight [Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible

real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify [Ludacris] Lord, please