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Trigger,
To carry me off into my favorite dream.

Chorus:
Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh you were my hero,
A man made of steel on a horse made of gold
Together

make we feel am make you no just they talk am
was deceived by these fancy talkers who took it by force
power corrupts especially when they spent a lot

the ride, you dealing with a heavy weight
None of these diamonds S.I. that's not how a baller play
Ray ain't got no wocky for me, guess I'm sipping tris today

head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh

Where's Batman I've been all thru Gotham
Did Robin get robbed by the rich too Bruce
This Tra3duce sip this hundred Proof
Middle class disappeared now

heels pretend that none of it was real

A phase I'm over now just passing by
Left with the memory of you and I

'Cause everything around you reminds you

I just crank on a bitch like a bell (Crank)
Only use one hand like Odell ('ell)
Shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
Big bag with the Glock in

her head! the Queen shouted at the top of her voice
Nobody moved

Who cares for you? said Alice
She had grown to her full size by this time
You

and do coca
Want her but I can't controla
Want me but now that im kosha
Wasting my time im to focus yea

I can't trust none of these niggas
I can't trust

and do coca
Want her but I can't control her
Want me but now that im kosher
Wasting my time im to focused yea

I can't trust none of these niggas
I can't

and female, together with your family, except those who are condemned
Carry with you those who have believed
And none believed with him except a few

And he,

code (Yet claim to be an Islamic scholar)
You still dey carry asewo on a low (You patronize prostitutes)
Na yourself you dey deceive, I hope you know

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

a sac of drugs 
At the block sewn up 
Cause I want to pack a gun 
Do you feel me? 
World do ya hear me? 
Catch a risin' star 
Fuck the love 
Niggas

Back at it everyday
Think of the ways, to get it
None of us is paid
But we buy the same things
Rich get richer
The poor stay the same way
Loopholes for

Bitches fill my cup up ive got mixer but with no ice

Lights off
We do it all night
Know im getting richer by the sundown ive got mine in
Carry heavy rocks

sleepin' with his bitch, ayy
With thirty thousand on the wrist
You can do it too, this shit happened to me
And all my blood brothers
Man we live by a creed

the weight that
I carry
My family can see all the gains ive
Attained
I'm driven by poverty
Get the paper then provide to the colony
Cause in this monopoly you

just crank on a bitch like a bell (Crank)
Only use one hand like Odell ('ell)
Shipping gas, you could tell by the smell
Big bag with the Glock in it,

the towers

A shower of gunshots at Sour

Prof sure could tell by the thug walk

Did you know? Here's something to crunch on
Different typo chappies that burst

arm
My biggest tick is my ticking time bomb
I know that you love me, don't wait till I'm gone
Even after, know that you'll carry on
I wrote some wrongs

on
Follow me to a place where we all can carry on
And even when the world lets you down no where to run
People like you people like me need to be free
Follow

After the Love

Jesus Loves You

At Worst...The Best of Boy George and Culture Club

1993

Mothers crying all alone
What did I do wrong?
Raising up a family
You've got to be so strong

After the love has gone
How can we carry on?
After

Who You're Around

Mary J. Blige

Dreams and Nightmares

2012

by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said

go
And leave you standing left to wonder

Her love was higher than the mountain
Her kiss was sweeter than the bloom
Her laugh was richer than the river