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fuckin' live, but this shit overrated
Fuck bout what you sayin', pull up to the yard and let it spray

Bitch, we don't play, yeah, cop a deuce
When I get

Mama Always Told Me

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

never put your faith in the bitch
See I hang with a bunch of grave yard villians
Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin'
Choppin' keys with drug dealers

Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
And blowing dro up in the show
Always leaning to the side

Paper bags are stronger than most people give them credit for
Who else is gonna hide your face from people at the door
(In The Garden; In The Garden)

you offline, confine you
in my yard we go combine
looking fine in that dress wey i go buy you
are you
ready for the love i throw by you
baby
i’m never

stare at the moon

Getting bored of this feeling can we switch sides 
Tossing turning wasn't ready for the night life
Shiny teeth like the blade on your

star ships/
I know as long as your brave heart ticks/
It's on your side the creators sits/

Promoe:
You're never home sleepin' always out peepin'

Act a Ass

E-40

Breakin News

2003

about your paper route
If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout
Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud

[Chorus]
We gon' act

fits
But I also hope you believe that I fit you
I'm always by your side
How many times did I tell you that
I'm always by your side all day
No matter if

Roadside Art

David Wilcox

East Asheville Hardware

1996

a monument to Henry Ford
Brought to you by Eastern Mountain
Appalachian Roadside Modern Art, yeah, modern art

So bring your car to West Virginia
Buy your own

I'm in the yard Daily raking my leaves
Accumulating what just came off the trees
Been Multiplying my little cut of a key
The predecessor Plug left me

built
By the
city lights. Put your shit on ice. While we
Hittin heights. Your weak shits fisher price
I’m gettin nice eating beans and rice
So save

it home (that did not make it home, gang)

Traumatized by the block, I gotta think a lot (yeah)
Thug stimulate your mind, I'm on some ventin' shit

whhhhhhhhh)


Bad man jiggy
Rude Bwuoy from the East Side Niggi
Say when we mash up the Yard and jiggy
Everything so nice and Chilly (you know you know)


Bad

His abs they were a banging her
So hard against the wall
That out the side her wrinkled mouth
Her false teeth they did fall

And by the way he

but the East Side is mine
I'm in the mix
In the heart of the grind
Don't know about you but this city is mine
I'm in the mix
In the heart of the grind

to the morning light with you by my side, these are
These are the things that I want to get used to

Cold ground with no shoes on, my old van in your front yard

on a leash
Pull up with a draco and you better take two steps back for you finna bleed
See you laying by the side of a street
Might just stab this bitch in

to see your arms movin' side to side 
you want to win, be on my side 
I cannot make a mistake by being my fuckin' self 
and if you ain't lookin' for me,

Eye of the Storm

Ice-T

7th Deadly Sin

1999

shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It

better mow that yard boy you better do them dishes
Yeah I'm country country to the bone
Yeah I'm country you can hear it in my songs
Yeah I'm country

on stand by, like it's court side
I can switch that bitch up, with the left, or the right
I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas ain't right
Me

I been on the side road moving kilos meanwhile your doe looks thin like filo
If you wanna talk about splashing made man duck and dive no speedos
All

doing fine by myself by myself
I don't know shit that I'm saying
I got the bitches insane  
Rebel side talk about pain
Dripping and dripping again
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