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about me by the fire
Or in hushed tones while you sleep
Do you tell them that you miss me
If you even miss me
Do your friends notice my absence
Or were

Flying through New York don't make me bring this plane up to your house
Riding way up north, cause I did some shit and it went south
A lot of shit I

knocked out with a bat, they were taking me out
Then I remember a buddy put a switch-blade in my mouth
We were only a kilometer away from my house
I'm

dribbling nigga get to ya goals
I'm locked in on getting respect from my top 10
Then topped by top women who don't reply to DMs
Smack my dick on her jaw for

wave their roses red but Rose is dead.

Chorus: 	Get your laws off me I'm not your property.
Don't plan my family I'll plan my own.
I don't want to be in

Everything Eventually

Appleton

Everything's Eventual

2003

on the radio

Feel I'm walking away with running
With my favourite song I'm humming
Da da daaaa 
Da da daaaa
Da da daaaa-aah

I walked in to my house

of our past life
Assisted living facility
No visitors, no family
My husband doesn't come around no more
The nurses try to tell me lies
"Ms. Beth, Phil

A Moment of Silence

Streetlight Manifesto

Everything Goes Numb

2003

you said
Like a child who believes he was wronged
If you hate me so much then stop singing my songs

So tell me: how long do you think you can go

to call you my brother

You did the best that you could
With what you were given
But you were misunderstood
By the stance of your mission
You did things for

and mind a time to heal
Yeah well I've been rolling like a freight train
And the weeks go by just like days
And at night my brain is doing 90 to nothing
I

grave
Thank God that stone was
rolled away
Lord, I confess I've been
the prodigal
Made for Your house, but I
walked my own roads
Then Jesus came
He tore

Ballers Flossin

II Tru

A New Breed of Female

1997

the blunts
What's up, Arch? 
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory

a three bedroom house and whole bunch of bills
Its hard to get rich when everyone wants a cut
And all the family and friends they keep hitting you up
For

The fisherman's daughter & son now live in the valley
Sending family photographs by the mail

A handful of sand for my son 
And a seashell for my daughter

So I end this song on a note
All I want is for my mom to have her own neat home
For the rest I'll just take care myself
Don't worry Abigail
I'll find

on the streets 
About to get paid
When my new song released
about to keep
All my family in shape
Flirting with the cash flow
By my music game
Cang Styles dope man

of the crib 
Police pursue then I dip 
Shake them 
Then get my family food
See my home boy on the news
Che when?
It was 9 30 at night 
I cannot sleep so I write

swirls
Cause success is what an individual seeks
So with every song that I drop and every syllable I speak
I hope I get to the top, but I hope my skills

of you rappers wasn't raised 
Where they gang banging 
And they pants hanging 
And they cruising with the strap 
Tryna make changes 
To someones family

Every song we drop is a classic
I'm a star but my name ain't Patrick
This rap shit ain't just a hat trick
Took home a bad bitch and broke

Poor Charlie Bucket
Sleeping in his house
Not a creature was eating
Not even a mouse
He got 4 grandparents
Sleeping in one bed
Ain't moved 20 years

Bang It in Ya Whip

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

uk, poppa wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we bring in drama) 
Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about

a baller
then you cop a house before a car
fortune before fasion play monopoly y'all
are you a rapper
then you must invent those songs
they dont gotta like

Went to your house yesterday
It’s the first time that I paid
Another visit to your family since you passed
Then I woke up next to you
This is too