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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Twenty Fifty Hundred

I never sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only robbed devils, made a few number runs

Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous cause I got it by the tons

Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills

Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills
And that my love... was a look at Mike Ballard's "The Art of Everything Exhibition" with the soundtrack of Grand Puba Lyrics.
Educate the illiterate... here

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