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off
By barricades, soldiers and all
Received orders from The King
To let no one enter at all
For all of The King's celebrations
This was protocol
Then

24 Hrs. to Live

DMX

Harlem World

1997

selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city

or lose a lot
They beat us by one point yeah
Them dudes was sharp but I’m a sore loser
So I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn’t of robbed your man
If

remember that)

[Chorus:]
One by one we have a little fun
Or two by two, we see through
One by one we stand alone, we ask for extra chances to be our own

Frank Ocean: It became effortless
Like breathing because
Now I have something I really need
To say it was Mindfucknet it was a
Floodgate it opened up

A Night at Hunt's Point

L Fudge

Contacts and Contracts

2002

the night right, it was me and three of my boys
down at some bar sip lil rum, feelin' kinda lonesome
Mad open off the port hole that made me want to explode

Let's Have a Kiki

Glee

Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down

should try to pursue
There's up and comers I got a problem with too
Actin like they here by accident I'm like if you ain't have a target then why would you

Nobody know' how pure you are but you
I read a Quincy Jones interview this morning
He was like when you start making music for money
God walk out

the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years

the window it was bout to go down
Bullets raining Vic letting of like a gun for hire
Screams muffled only by gun shots and screeching tires
Grim hit the floor

ready for it... its something we both been waiting for. So lets turn off the phones we gon get it on til you sceam and moun.
 
CHORUS 3:
 
Girl I just

in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby

In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird 
Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb 
What a herb, kick off

We been grinding on all this music you got cooked up
I think it's about time we finally go have some fun dawg
For real for real
Nah for real tho you

Hit Me With That Shit

GP Wu

Don't Go Against the Grain

1998

tryin' to get a job on Wall Street with a diploma
High school graduate just wasn't me 
So '93 be the year I sign up for my G.E.D.
Takin' trades so I have

ain't never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chats and syntax won't make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven

a square I knock yo block off (Ugh)
Copy my moves like tik tok (Tiktok)
Bitch wanna have puppies with the top dog (Top dog)
Nigga can't shoot its our ball

ain't got no faith in me
That's when it sparked the feeling that this
World just ain't the place to be
But nah, she taught me better than that
Shoot for

of the town
A crowd had come for murder, for a spiteful sentence to come handed down
Three figures noosed and hooded, three horses for their final thrones

They call it connection
Running 3 screens at once for 1 client
I am doing the best with what I (we) have
Best for who?
Because I don't feel connected
I

the way I move
They don't know that I got something to prove
It's succeed or death gotta lot to choose
I'ma shoot for the stars and aim for the moon
Gotta

About My Issue

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

or die
Kill or be killed in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn
And they fly

and payed for that interview 
And before that interview I swear I had to pray 
I prayed for strength to get through the first of rest of my days