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Your Hart Is Black

, I know you smell me, Ia??m the s*** like an ex-lax. *Diarrhea Dwayne, Bust your f****** head, souvenir your brain. You aina??t talking about nothing, Got your

Bonjore' I own this place, where's the keys to my front door, door This is top flight business, this is first class now I'm caught up in your business Life is

Sophomore year, two years to go All you tryin to do is get your first car, and make doe Got a part time job, and the man callin your bluff Always out

, what, what?!} (Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas! Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!) [X - 1, (Fredro Starr)] All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your

(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child) I first saw her struttin' down the street, decked in black. She had her hair teased up lookin' sharp as a tack. She

my shabby coat and boy it sure is cold Trying to get a hang-out here on Hungry Row I'll wash your dishes I'll chop your wood For bite I'll scrub your

you! [Reporter] - One more question... [Girls] All he cares about is love [Roxie Hart] - Mr. Flynn, I'm Roxie Hart. [Billy Flynn] - Who? [Roxie Hart] Roxie Hart

rhythm when you spot'em, you go with'em And do that black, black, black, black bottom You wont be blue when you have got'em If you do that black, black, black, black

yes its sound so hevenly hart beatin heavily is ready for me ill make u feel good for sure the sinsation like blowin rubben alcohol. Afterall these other dude is