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Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down

Anybody Killa

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Chit

2007

they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by

always been hated, I never been sorry
And the day I don't say shit, my melanin gone
We ain't ever been perfect, but this family ours
You're American

thing she
Can't say I don't love her
Had nothin put bread on the butter
Butter toast
Flash back now I gotta smoke
Got these nigahs in the ring
In the 12

of the world
Ruff x5

Chorus: 
This is the weight of the world(x12)

Enemies understand
We don't get tired by chance
Some a despise all my plans
We just gone hop

Fashi yesterday
Make we gbadu life today
By God's grace tomorrow go come
Omo na God's grace tomorrow dey come
Fashi yesterday
Make we gbadu life

Situation on Dirty

DJ Melo-Mix

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

Chorus 2X 
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my 
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest 
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying

She tryna fuck wit me all thru the night
Shawty don't run when I give her the pipe
She a lil nasty she want the pie
Shawty lil freak she know that's

shit for her
Never ever trust no nigga if he ain't never did no right by you
I hope you keep your pistol on you past 12 cause I will not fight you
When

Lemonade no Cherry Pie 
Worse Miss Universe deh by mi side 
Not even JPS dem price so high 
(UH HUH!)
Dem draw yah nuh regular   
Firing loud like a Beretta!

Whoa, maintain the status quo of 
12 years a slave, 12 years to go
If your name Mr Chin, Mr Wong or Ho
Asian-American, state born and grown,
Ain't even

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

on you
If you shed like a snake
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your

you were respected 
By a small but loyal following 
But not so royal hollow kings 
Don't make it to their throne by fans alone 
You had to borrow things

yet to be told
I'm writing a new chapter
Starring the best version of me as a rapper
I'm chasing after The American Dream
And this time I came prepared

carried by six 
Like a pallbearer
Then judge by 12 
Like Emmitt Till 
They don't promote my songs 
Blocking on the Internet 
Like ohhh you wrong

Chorus 1
Issa Pie in the Sky I pray I get a piece (yeah)
Issa lot on my mind but I still got peace (got peace)
If I fall I I'ma rise like the Sun

Testarossa

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

tolling
For the D's keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don

smells like reefer, not no pot pie
Yes, I'm off the green just like Popeye
If you wanna talk it out, let's pop by
The way I make my moves got you

rent taking hits out the pay
The coolest mofuckers keep leavin they never stay
Can only see you online day by day
Keep up with someone do they like calls

flick the sunlight down
Dark by 6pm

You don't call her a hoe
She just a hoe lotta whole
Piece of pie that you're waiting for when you get home
She don

It’s like the wild wild west out here
It’s like the wild wild west out here
hands up don’t shoot
pull yo self up by your boots
it’s like the wild

Before They Called You White

Brother Ali

All the Beauty in This Whole Life

2017

though they're broke?
It's the invention of whiteness

They call you white by white standards
Damn what they're talking 'bout human first
Stand

eyes
Though all you sheep do is follow
Well Imma make you Shepards pie
They Don't want no lyricists
Why
Because we speak the truth
They just want us all