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Plain White T S Killer

a killer with blood on my hands Would you be my alibi and lie on the stand Swear on your life that I'm an innocent man? If I was a killer How bad would

was killer with blood on my hands Would you be my alibi and lie on the stand? Swear on your life that I'm an innocent man? If I was a killer... How bad

move ["Move" Echo] 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta Look at what you niggas made Ain't

all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I

the blacks, don't complain. You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain. And the Negro's name Is used it is plain For the politician's

squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers

we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain

lookin' for a dealer You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird

see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For