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Need For Panic

doledrums, someone's gotta get him, before his time comes. I'm no waster, my times well spent, gunning for the president. I'm on a mission, gone hell bent, gunning for

size ring Carats ain't nuttin when the cabbage ain't nuttin I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin You can never need for nuttin, only one pipe

take no more of this I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door Asking if you'll still let me in Won't you stay, won't you stay? Yo, you need to start acting colder For

murder That'll get a nigga locked the cage Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard Money is the cause, what can I do me for? Need to hit a lick,

So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause

nigga Buy low, sell high, supply and demand Nigga if supply low demand is high I sell it for high as I can, I take the jingle But I'm for the countin

Maximum pleasure For the gal dem at my leisure SP say so Ah di Imperial serial for the gal dem material Alright, yo, yo Girl, I'm coming home for the

for honor Just something someone said It's not for love, it's not for war Just hands clasped together It's not for living, it's for hunger Just lips

a star on a boulevard tonight I think I'll figure it out With a little more time But who needs time Turn off the lights, turn off the lights Turn on the charm for