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in your palm, in your palm
Oh, Baby Doll, Baby Doll
Standin’ out in the crowd
You live life out loud

Take me away
With just a taste
Heatin’ it up

a thing of no use
It likes to call itself intelligent design

So here's the world in the palm of my hand
How come I'm feeling so tender
It's a man's world,

The more that I work the closer they are
I'ma keep going and growing and going and growing
Until the world eat out my palm
Cause
I'ma keep going and going

the life... we gone!

[Joe Budden]
I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as a option, nigga as a teen I was mobbin
Stick him up, if it's in

shit[02:27.97]Yeah, it's on sight, this mop stick, yeah, it's a high glick[02:30.45]Nah, I ain't trying to fight, bitch[02:32.14]Why you out here woofing when you know

soothin'[00:27.61]It's another day where I gotta be truly (yeah, yeah)[00:29.89]To my friends[00:30.82]Yeah the top, ride around in a city Benz[00:33.58]Drop

is the logic?
I'm in the circle of bosses
You in the corner alone
I grant you passage Khodafes
Commanded the guards to let you out the palace
Then

Breathe out
Breathe back in
I'm standing on top of the world
But it's a kick in the chin

Far out
But it's even further in
Shame you filled up your

Boy Boy

G-Unit

The Beast Is G Unit

2015

the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap

the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap

cerebral[01:53.01]I'm blowin' smoke out, now I'm a zoned out chimney[01:55.97]Never goin' gold, I'm all souled out, in me[01:59.17]So I take a little extra time

stick cuz I'm walking blind
Nigga keep a Glock 29
These niggas undies
These bitches undies
And we got your hoe coming out her undies
These niggas undies

walking out the bank with bands in his hand[00:29.94]Why you mad, Why you mad, Why you mad, Why you mad[00:33.06]Ay, we cannot compare so lil bitch step

Stick Ya Hands Up

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya

it
Blew the doors off of a charger, never forget it
29 but I still gotta baby face 
In the back nutting all on your baby face
That’s your boo, that’s

by myself in my room and I'm dying[01:00.99]I feel like she sucked the soul out my body[01:03.99]I can't relate to a thing but my noggin[01:05.95]Got

kick it with nun of these niggas, get my racks then I'm gone 
A hunnid sticks inside my spot I go to war with King Kong 
Hop out the coupe with blood

matthern
Straight ganja weed me a produce from d farm
Straight ganja weed
Me a crush out inna me palm
Always a caution dem always a warn
Cause to your health

the 9Ether[01:27.96]Just don't bring me down, this shit probably get evil[01:29.96]Learning how to keep calm in the fire without reaching[01:32.54]Huh, I can teach you

I need them palaces Shabazz
I can flip the bag
Bunky drop hits
Pull it out the stash
I be too lit
I be in my bag
She wanna be mine
I think Imma pass

side
Jumping waves, the rest is out my mind
Stargazing on these summer nights
Tall palm trees, we stare into the sky
I need you to be right by my side

.66]Without a doubt[00:31.19]After diamonds gon be a fucking drought[00:34.29]Gonna make 50 thou take that route[00:38.62]Start by walking in like Michael Town[00:41.59]Ask

better hurry[01:06.16]Hear me out, listen[01:08.45]Spread that peace and love, I screamed out Woosah Woosah[01:11.29]Rest In Peace to Trayvon, Malcolm,

Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks