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or in a cell thats what they hopin
Swang if u gon swang lil baby stop all the commotion
Beef aint for ig when i got tech i never post it
Bitch im iju we

How I'm supposed to trust the words
Of the preachers and politicians
If I make it out
Then there's a bounty for me in prison
That they cashing
Don't be

No not a word to the passers by
Like momma said 
"Don't talk to strangers 
If you know what's good for you" 
On guard and forward 'till I'm safe from

side
I'm reaching for the sky, the higher I get, the higher the high
I'm looking to fly, get by, never die, always asking why?
I try and I try
My plight

Same goes for you
By His Grace you've been set free. Lift up your voice and say

Free Free from the shackles of this life that weighs you down
Free Free

temper
Been putting on for my city
I guess they just don't remember
Its all good though
Im back to put it right in their face
Its gutta season so i hustle

throw in a fountain
Seen bro in that casket and never returned
I was lost but the lord really found me
And I'm happy he did cause I promise to make it
For

to live

And I don't know why
But I'm mesmerized by your broken eyes
(By your broken eyes)
We've got this road
And we both know where it's bound to go

adderall
Hope that shit conceals my pain
She think I’m so international
Don’t know I’m bound by these chains
So I just been cutting diagonal
When I go open

and that's facts
You A baddie that I'm bound to
You been A fan and stayed down
Like the ground do
I know you know that
I'm the man for you
Girl my number one

the warning
Blue Pink skies level up in the lane
Only Sizin em up for the game
Cruise through the city in the morning
Guessing everybody got the warning
Cotton

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of Hub
Because

Don't Mess With Ouija Boards

Falling in Reverse

The Drug in Me Is You

2011

far away
This microphone is my escape

Don't mess with Ouija boards
'Cause now my spirit's torn

I'm bound by fear of being trapped
I'm falling faster,

think that I'm funny
They love when I start and they see that I'm running
The town then the city then next is the country
They love when I'm sunny from

yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a lil' 7:30 but it's 8:06
Ayyeee
For the bag I get it crack'n like potato chips
Why you hate me
Got another batch of la
No

to be
But now I lay here by myself
With that note that you had wrote to me
still sitting on my shelf

Guess who's moving on
That's right, I'm moving on
My

Poetry

Boogie Down Productions

Man & His Music

1991

probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of rhymes and think that you can get with me
But what a pity, I'm rockin' New York City

got next and it don't matter
What they say we gon' make it

This is for the little girls
That say "Nicki, you pretty"
When you come to the city
You

back wind|Grand puba lights it up for you every time|Chorus:|Ooooh, yeah I like it|And ya say new york city (I like it)|Ooooh, yeah I like it|And ya

bimmers, black tar that top tier
Rappers dyin' day to day like kids jumping off the pier
I said lemme slide for a feature, he said say less
Peeped the album,

dick
Wow...
So ironic, so coincidental
Dreams of tour
And a black card for incidentals
I'm conscious of the fact that
All this rappin' shit is mental
I

me

I believe in good old country music
Where everyone can clap and sing along
You can have the city lights
And I'll take the moon
Bet 'cha that I'm

round you
I'm trying to astound you
I'm bound to
Can't believe that I found you
Confound it
I have no words to describe you 
And if I did I could never

bound by these chains

But I'm alive and I've revived
Whether your a brother or a mother we staying alive
Deep down know that
We gonna be alright

Just