operated as a public trust for the benefit of the people. Little Becky Two Shoes Sisters and brothers fight for the river Hope Fathers and mothers Little Becky Two Shoes Babies, too! Hope
rap contest you're havin', sir" You're kinda late, "Flat tire" well, that'd do it 'cuz Well alright, pay me now, and you'll be at the hub "I hope I
form three companies Now the whole industry awaits the new recital I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title In their face 'cause I'm
more then elementary, but spermacidal Is the title they've earned. [a-plus] I'm comin' from the land of dope, Where all of these niggaz never planned to hope
fiends no more believed That palter with us in a double sense That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope, I'll not fight with
fall in my deepest sleep To meet the evil Asteroth His title is 'The grand duke of Hell' I fight until the end is near To rid my mind of hopes and fears
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Negros, Cafe We Fighting One Another And Im Asking Porque' Cus Latins Like Blacks, And Blacks Like Latins Lets Stop Fighting, Start Off And Whats Happening. Im Gonna Hope
there's something you forgot! You forgot about the house, You forgot about the ring, I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing, I remember the love, right after the fights
waiting for you I'm pretending, and that's all I can do (that's all I can do mama) The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart (I hope
Lying in bed on a weekday night Listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows The hour
back slap Causing a nightmare I dont fight fair Niggas playing hard rocks hoping they might scare The B-I-G L, but im not to be fucked with You're trying to take your idol's Title
take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?) You goin broke tryna slang that crack And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back And that
my ghetto feet I talkeded with my ghetto speech I'm copasetic, I won't let it bring me down Bring me down... I say it's enstilled As I peep from beneath the titled
't know some mail came thru today (AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men lemme see what this about Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes Peace Allah, hope
but look closer and you're liable to find My homicidal recitals' the kind that inspires a guy to rewind king of survival, the title is mine I write for
hero, while you're a through zero Gettin beat to a pulp so that you can't run for help I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I'll be merciful