They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.
"you were malcolm, its not even close"
Took me a while just to write those
Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"
So here i am at the store for some chips
Its four now, the clubs over
Keep ya friends close enimies closer
Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close
In front of our building, they was my heroes
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.
Listen close, and let your mind visualize
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close
Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes
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