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Yea, Aw

Lil Nige

I'm on the road bitch I'm with my Soldiers we going all in
All them emotions she can't control Them she love to talk shit
I ain't

would you do
What would you do
If you knew, that you lost
Without your crew, what is the cost
What would you do
Without your boys, without your clique

I’m that n***a with the keys 
Control alt delete 
Wipe a n***a off the screen 
Wipe a n***a off the scene 
You see a blade and the mask 
This ain’t

quits, that I should say enough
Until I saw some n***** locked up
Block was heating up
I had nobody by my side man
Me myself and I
They betrayed the god

conundrums as I wonder what the fuck to do
Miss a couple pieces, incomplete up in this puzzle, dude
Fuck up, and some shit is going down, just not a W//
What’s

Hold up, wait
I ain't really hearing you
What part of I don't fuck with you
Is not clear to you
Yo, you and your clique
Can get a fuse of my dick

Saw through my window last week 
Though it was blinded not by curtain or the covering peaked
My curiosity was gorgeous I'm like George's first cousin

tryna Roll n Rock out tonight
I hope you know why you came tonight
To give me head like satellites satellites
Where we going we don't know
We just going

bone

I'm glued to her so I'm feeling obsessed

Losing control got me going through stress

Crying  at night you don't know how it get

I don't  trust no

[I love BLu3MarrZian]

Big deep breath cause I'm so frustrated 
Cut so deep by a blade so jaded 
Bright pink hair looking so outrageous 
Imma be

it worse
We knowin' what come with it but we can't see you on a shirt
I know my angels got control over me
I know the devil made a fool out of me
I

Lock you in the fucking trunk
While I hit the fucking bong
Now, now I'm going crazy man
All I see is blood
Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk

living life hopeless (so)
I'm a make a song to make 'em take notice
You won't find a more passionate protest
For my people to fix up n just control this

living life hopeless (so)
I'm a make a song to make 'em take notice
You won't find a more passionate protest
For my people to fix up n just control this

revolution
United by a dollar sign
Divided by a decimal
Inner revelation
Outer revolution
They say
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
What about
When it has

it's myself I have to remind
I'm a real one by default its in my design now
What's all this we talk?
Your presence declined now
No more stressing out

Southside

Lil Scrappy

The Boy Is Back in Town

nothin', ain't nothin', aye)

I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga

here we go)

(Jay)

A-baby when I rise well-a

(Alright)


I wish that joint was my worst album (What?)

Not like a bad album (Hm)

I wish that joint was

(Uh)

I cannot hate
No n*gga I don't play
I'm trying to get me a Wraith
I'm trying to live good
Get my momma out the hood
Get her a crib by a lake (uh)

The Man Who Sold The World [MTV Unplugged In New York]

Nirvana

MTV Unplugged in New York

1994

's next?"
"I didn't screw it up, did I?
Okay, but here's another one I could screw up"
"What is it?"
"Am I going to do this by myself?"
"Do it by

a clue
I want you to treat me better n you gotta make it soon
Man its crazy how you know just what to do
Puttin' shit together after you just made a move

the affects, of your defects
You're aims have become so clear
The delusions, the confusions
Their aims to control with fear

And I know what's going on, with

bread and butter motherfucker other words I'm on a roll
With the way I'm doubling up what they hear drumming in their ear, my lyrics be out of Control

going
They know it, I'm smoking, rolling one up by the ocean
Just tryna cope with all this commotion
It's fucked up, got no emotion

Uh, heart's been