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high
Keep it lit but don't die for that shit
Keep a stick and don't vibe with that bitch
We just trying to get by
I got three hoes in this two door

homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung

spot ain't big enough for how this fat boy live
Lemon pepper, not Louisiana rub
I let my top down, pussy niggas throw it up
305, them boys will tell you

and serve the folks
Call it Clay-Doh
I think I heard my front door
Go get the scope, hundred bricks for Diego

Speaking of the yayo, Young
Guapo, Young Guapo,

Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

station 
Shoot off your load, see the Caddy comin down the road 
Baby got back, rub my hand up all up in that crack 
Nurse that breast, tittie milk can

interviews lined up
for tomorrow and the Skid Row Herald Examiner wants a picture!
[Seymour]
If I had a mother, she'd be so happy.
[Ronnette]
You're

Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
until they got love for my music
Star Wars I'm Han

The Hypnotist

Adam Sandler

What the Hell Happened to Me?

1996

doing that, sir. it's just very hard for me to listen to you when you're --
Dr. stewart: you're floating now, you're high above, you're looking down

shit

Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was

Kites

N.E.R.D.

No One Ever Really Dies

2017

shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like we're Venus
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold the door (hold the door, hold the door, hold the door

crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money

Coyote

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

the fence
The mold holding it all together, the weight of the wood
The wind blowing in its direction
The rain pouring down the hill was too much for

doe
Just like souffle
I need a taste
I know you closed doors
But for me
Its a buffet
State of decay
No you ain't safe
Niggas ain't trade up
But nobody

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

win
And I wanna lay it all down"

In this country, a black man only have like
5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while

the glass door open
Let the cold air blast in behind you
Go to the counter, give an order
Sit down to wait

It's not too long before you're joined
That

Reunion

Jay Dee

Detroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit)

2004

at the State Theater
In the door by the side
Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you
Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
Sinkin fast

even when 
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like 
Drake I'll just vape it off 
Shit that was like

Little brother, left field, queen's guard
Mean arm, knees bent
Two out, tow on bags
When I caught him staring down at something moving thru the grass

we've been

We got good enough to destroy cash bonds
You don’t have to worry about
Going to jail for something petty we
Got smart enough to decriminalize

and she's back for more

Did you hear about the girl next door?
Three hail Mary's on your bedroom floor 

Oh but he couldn't save ya from the issues that your

front door if I'm hearin' to shoot (let's go)
They say we sold dope and did random actions of violence
Our neighbors in the 'burbs wanna hand us back

The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for

you roses, like when I came for you give ya deja vu
I hope everything thing you wished and ever prayed come true
I’m praying fate will have

George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey 
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don’t shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don’t shoot)
Hey Hey