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Ward M Going Away

that I need ya, well ok. Oh, the fear of going under is going away. I traded in a diction(?) for this song, I wrapped myself in a blanket and walked away

, chedda, nobody can do it better Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa Better be knowin' how the game go In touch with the real nigga, nigga I'm

cool, in between time of food I got away [Chorus x4] I'm on some other shit Some killed my brother shit I'm out here getting and I'm gone get what

I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the brain [PJ] It's PJ, the rap hustler Going off, on these player hating suckers I'm from the North, side of

get you off my mind I know this can't be love but baby it must be love Thinkin' I'm going all the way, I wanna show you but I'm afraid I know you say

it bout it Chorus x4 I'm a represent my hood till I die And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P

Guten, alle Bosen Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Kusse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, gepruft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, und der Cherub steht

the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance

Written by Christopher Ward, David Tyson, and Tina Arena I've got night vision, I can find my way home I don't get nervous when I'm out on my own I've