have roamed Oh I can fell It's the end of our time Oh I believe We're the last in our line In the end of our time We crossed the path of tragedy, fortune
see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
the power back It's time the fat cats had a heart attack You know that their time is coming to an end We have to unify and watch our flag ascend So
Tooth decay 'cause the fake been snoozin' Lead the lost and the cost is you've been Freed from lies by the wise new messenger P A R I S is a blessin'
do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be
you a new invention We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture So def, a listen to the structure Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a Good lokkin
, Keeps a cool composure, One time's takin those glances, Who be's your enemy on the evilest team, Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m., Havin your worst bad
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah I'm so serious
'm lastin' my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that
rather be plannin a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start
don't quit Droppin' on the one motherfucker put together that's it A nigga wit a grip off that gangsta shit Wit a fat ass sack, some Tanquerey and a
like a magnet rushes to its mate his POWER is palpable i hear the sweet melody of a time recalled E U P H O R I A He whisks me up into his arms
fuckin squeelers but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck and in his mind he was shot a thousand times cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
'coz if your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby You can always count on me I'll be waiting If your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby
of them Reel Life Product's grim A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future's lookin dim A R-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T Reel Life Product's what
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the P.M. and cabinet narrowly Escape death as an I.R.A. bomb rips through the Grand Hotel. Yvonne Thatcher is gunned down and her murderer Flies away a
