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hitting low passes with the ones by the fire
We aspire to break doors and break norms, new automation make us grab ‘em by the horns
Down with the machine!

in a cell
The want me dead or in jail
Didnt send me no mail
So you get the voice mail
I woke up this morning
On some new shit
They say I'm acting brand

Go Out on the Town

Killer Mike

PL3DGE

2011

hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby

to use
I never got to choose
We can't keep playing this game on and on and on
Yeah
You found yourself a brand new guy
I was taken by surprise
Maybe I

the fences
It's guaranteed by any means wit no contingents
Rap addict relapsin goin on platinum binges
Off the hinges kick the door in while they snorin
Cause

already know got my foot at the door
Don't be pressing my buttons I'm ready blow

I had no choice but to do it
Niggas inspired by the music
Nike on my feet

Oscars bar and grill

The crowd was bark'n so I played Jerry Jeff walker and the tip jar started to fill, get it

I was about two minutes in to pissing in

Me
And they acting well like I'm handing out oscars, and fronting in front of me don't need Binoculars
Try being discrete but to me it's real obvious,

Zelda as a kid up in hyrule 
But by high school I was getting high too 
People came, people went but that's just life dude 
A few friends that I keep

don't need a Perc' to kill a nigga (Uh)
But we off the Yerkys in this bitch, like
Still got a thirty in this clip
I'm super sturdy when it's lit (Uh)

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

You can't short me out my money, I want all of that
Post up in them trenches where them killers and them robbers at
When I press that button, ain't

flew by
Now I think really it's my time
My time to pop out and shine on nigga
Fuck everybody who ever doubted a nigga
Yeah, Stick 30 rounds in it nigga

Let you fuck a nigga good, I don't call her
I call her friend
I got it in by the 20, by the 10 I done been
Out in Paris with my
Niggas, bought some

How about you start
By saying that
You love me
Thought of you
Got me feeling kind
Of bubbly
Suddenly
Phone calls
Have you in my head
Visions of you

dope in that brand new Audi
(Audi Audi)
Designer belt designer belt bitch by myself
(by myself) in the kitchen cookin' pies
I can do this by myself (by

only see me now
A brand new job, and a brand new house
You taught me how to be a fighter
You’ll open the door, then I’ll walk right in
Suppers

Room, in the ass I hear, while

I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP

Subdivision Blues

Tom T. Hall

Storyteller, Poet, Philosopher

1995

comes by and takes my kids to Istanbul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were

I just got a new bag up, what's the price?
I can never switch my gang, I put it on my life
Bought a brand new Range Rover and some ice
Diamonds on my

Wish you were mine once more
Copped a brand new SRT with butterfly doors
Show no remorse
New all white 4's
Rule number 4 never change for a whore
Please

measure
I do this shit for pleasure
Everyday I pick my head up

I need more
My bitch need extra
Ain't no stressing
I come straight to your front door if

this knocking on my front door (fuck You then)
I love hoes but I hate hoe niggas 
Smoking, I blew smoke all in her face 
These niggas tryna test me
I

been unpacking
Huh
Always with the mobsters
All day with the crew
Andy, death, and Oscar
They ride like I do
Said you want it faster
So we ride with