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Lord Of The Lost Break Your Heart

rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your

you raise up your hand And hold back the dawn I dreamt if I could lay you upon this bed of straw We may break the rules but we don't break the law

snipers on Whitehouse lawns. On that good shit, niggas from Compton to Africa, on that thug shit, Reginald Denny, no comment. I lost my blood with the tat that Carlos, Davis, Lord

, yeah) Ahh to the break y'all (break y'all, made it!) To the break y'all (break y'all, NAHH!) To the break y'all (break y'all break, BREAK!) The

G: Don't be no fool A: Don't lose your temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G

thought He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes out in the street He keeps hearing noises when he's at home He always hears

when Lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to loose Ynot's no loser but I lost your real mind I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too Your mind

king of swing, the 45 king The words we bring I write, and sing Cause I am latifah, the queen of course Don't try to get yours off, because the cause is lost

lately I just wanna say rest in peace to Aaliyah Rest in peace to Left Eye, rest in peace to Jam Master Jay And everybody lost in the Twin Towers And everybody lost