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One day from just plumb fadin' away
How you gonna build a house
With the foundation erased? Keep prayin'
No sayin' what brothers become

stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,

just pay her to leave
I'm in need of money hoping once this album's out I'm making checks
Brothels right outside of town but doubt I'd ever pay for sex

ok

He is the One I obey, never will I obey what man says, what they have taught was in vain
Serving the God of Heaven
Who had sent His Son to pay for

paved it
Me and low in the A'8
Riding round busting Plays
I take it back to the days
At a young age
Getting loud by the weight
I want the House wit

shit
Fire bitties pulled up every day to my house on
Little baby ain't left Cali, had to block her, she don't know about breesh

My paper bathe in some

Daily Reminder

Leaders of the New School

T.I.M.E.

1993

DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 

Verse 1:Dinco D 
They got my brother locked down in

I could wolf whistle at robots
I feel I could hold a relatively decent conversation with TV's Joe Pasquale
I feel I could listen to a whole album by

go by and then it's too late
Damn, end of the day my family proud of me
Yea, end of the day they looking out for me
I trust in something while the opps

I remember those days Back in '87
I met a little woman she was sent from heaven
The good lookin' girl just waitin' for me
She blew away my days

ain't
In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the drapes, we on a date
I heard a nigga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late

City Of New Orleans

Willie Nelson

Country Music Classics, Vol. 21 1980-1985

1993

you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'

fluoride in the water
To support the nation man, I'm sick of this
So I divorce the nation
Then drop the wickedest album hear
It across the nation
Man, I

’ll achieve enough to pay my toll
Will say the n-word when Benoit goes in the hall of fame
White house walls built by black hands
Usa ; understand secrecy’s

The range in hip hop is crazy 
Really gets to me lately 
They Lil Yatchy 
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn 
Same story 
I just flip through

to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by

My President

Nas

The Recession

2008

whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this

.
The poor farmer owned a little piece of land in front of his house,
and he worked hard all day in it.
Meanwhile,
his sons were lazily dreaming about luxuries

.
The poor farmer owned a little piece of land in front of his house,
and he worked hard all day in it.
Meanwhile,
his sons were lazily dreaming about luxuries

house seems so hallow without you in it
I know you're not coming back
And eventually I'll have to deal with this guilt
But for now I'll close my eyes

catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in

you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin'

City of New Orleans

Arlo Guthrie

The Best of Arlo Guthrie

1977

know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards

care if I'm out of the game and watching my son, my nigga I'm squeezing, yeah
Since I was a youngin' I knew I was it before I put my feet in
Everything