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Face To Face Run In Circles

like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow even in my birthday suit And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee, I circle that too So when you

lay low I'm a Ninja Turtle you can't step into my circle In a sound flash I will hurt you Paper, Astor, Liverpool Anyone wanna make paper They put they're face

That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson (Hhh) Ass whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind The physical, better run to the spiritual Ass

grab you by the face, what now? Oh, you want me to watch my mouth, how? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle

the table takin all the money The party was on until the drink got low That's when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto' He wanted me to roll with

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are

Though you might hear laughin' spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun And but for the sky there are no fences facing It's not aimed at anyone it's just escapin' on the run

Considering my position my opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run with killers

'fucking kilometers Give me fifty miles mo'fucker, you don't wanna be around me man When my face frown up, cause your bitch ass'll be face up from the