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lucky dicks with gigs go whinin', complainin'
Yo' wide awake at night, searchin' what yo' kid be eatin'
Life's funny this way, no amount of reason will

what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz

They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You

Back on the Block [Club Trip Part One]

Quincy Jones

Remixes & Club Classics

2006

forget it
(Back on the block to stay)

[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room 
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern

drive
I'll probably be able to drive by the time this song comes out

So it's not gonna go as hard, but, like, just trust me
It went hard when I was

your nights
This is when there's nobody by your side
Truth told you don't wanna be alive
You been asking what's my life for?
Yo, there's gotta be more

Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate, I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in

play the victim, why you switching know yo' vision was false
That shit you claiming it's a pg thing I came from the block
I stain yo' shit up wet yo

Yeah it ain't nothin' to fuck yo bitch dog

Starin' at me like the damsel in distress
Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck
Flawless no

Calling her phone
With my dick on her lip
Calling again
With my kids on her tits
She turn it off
I'm turning her on
Made love to my song
She love it like

u run up then you testin' yo luck get to close Lil' bru gone buss 
Ima diamond from da dirt ina ruff out dem trenches growing up it was rough

Fuck

I could write you a song to make you fall in love I probably never put it out
So I’ma write you a song for you to smoke to from yo house, and think

its a wrap
I dont do no talking
Either beat me up or put me in a coffin
I had yo bitch coughing
Off that weed cause she cant suck my sausage
My girl

die And we gonna watch yo momma cry
Run up on me you get split
Tell yo dad he raised a bitch
Yeah i'm on that Mblokk shit
Play wit me you getting hit

them

I don't wanna fucking die so young
Wrap it up paper bag put my pride to go
Get so high feel so low
Little midas in my lips
Everything I say every

fuck on these bitches and I dress up
These niggas can't fuck with me on my son

I don't even got no kids
The choppa it knock off his lid
Leave his arms

Kid Sweezy
Yo 
Lemme me get em

J'z and Jogger'z (nice)
These phonies got a problem (why)
I send boys home hobbling (hobbling)  
They stepping back

question if I'm nasty, triple X's (Ain't no question)
But I keep a prophylactic
Wrap it up I'm never reckless (You're protected)
When you say you had enough

ride
Im jumping out the whip zipping, zipping up my fly
Taking flights overseas economy is tight when I see her I'm relieved it will be another flight.

Ready 2 Ryde

Snoop Dogg

Tha Last Meal [Clean]

2000

to ride
To keep the heater right by her side

[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg

You try to play it tough but I see that your heart it cries
But that's enough of that
Them other niggas whack
You try to do it by yo self, I know you

Trouble in the Water

De La Soul

De La Mix Tape: Remixes, Rarities and Classics

2004

peep 

How then was now, but now is not 

Yo, I'm a minute wiser but it seems, kid 

I got some beef, can't take or shake off the wrong 

Accept

Oakland Oakland Oakland the whole day through
It's just a sad sweet song
But Oakland I'm coming home to you
Yeah
I'm coming home to you

Catchin cold

problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that

made this shit my truth by spittin' fact after fact
When other rappers talkin' bout how they be datin' a new actress
It really just takes some practice