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mind
If I don't do everything I wanna do I'd rather die
Because when I look around I realize that years have passed me by
So I try to do the best I can

in the memories of the carnage left behind

To be called the first
Live to die in infamy
300 miles is the trail of the dead
To be met by these cursed

them hitters on the way
We walk them down we snatching ya face
We gone
Put that money in a safe
Lean
I get bottles by the case
Green
I know that these

Red Shoes

Tom Waits

Big Time

1988

dress, on a sad night
One straw in a root beer
A compact with a cracked mirror
And a bottle of evening in Paris perfume
He told her to wait in by

fever that makes me so meaner
No offense to a female dog
But you talk out your ass
When you bring up the past
No love lost
And no love spent
So we're not

out the window
And the dogs are walkin out the front door
And the popo outchea sellin' good dope
But it's probably a weird Saturday
I be dressed like

still, codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin' free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead we

Mafia Music 3

Sizzla

Mastermind [Clean]

2014

theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

Mafia Music III

Sizzla

Mastermind

2014

theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

I gotta ball for my dead homies
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I count this bread for my dead homies

Smoking dodo in your mama house
She get

that I crumble when meeting defeat.
I'm feeling hollow, feeling bottles cracking also,
started again and met Ricardo.
I got a brain that's dead weight,

Tribute to the 5th Brother

RZA

Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1

the enemy, AWW!)
Fuck that..

[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince

Being Followed Home

Pulp

Freaks

1986

I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home,
I don't know what for, 
I don't know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
A face in the rain,

wanna follow
Rocket power uh, I'm talking auto
Anywhere by the beach is a motto
Street fair gotta bunch of Johnny Bravos
And you a model matter fact you

Placebo in pill bottle
Don't know where I'mma go
Just know I fuck all on that bitches throat
Failure, opposed to growth
Death note wrote her in my death

off your pigment like vitiligo
Get a cap pointing at you 
That make you fix your lips like spin the bottle
From the bottom we started, I knew I was

Everyday, life has turned into a feeling id describe as being motherfuckin' dead
Im rotting in my motherfuckin' bed
I bottle up these feelings as i wretch
Use

Ay!
Drivin' passed the city, we grew up and lost connection
The memories are there but now the feelings disconnected (yeah)
Time goes by, we're

would sing your name
But I lost you to your dogs of war
I lost you to the fog that wraps around and carries you away
And memories gather in a knot in

the morn
Sippin' the bottle til 2 in the morn
Go full throttle
Number of the model is
1337
Sail the heavens
Cause I'm havin' another one of those days
Rays

left by the gun
Stack the money 
You gotta keep going 
Like the rockets 
My niggas be soaring
Niggas hate
Cause you niggas is boring
Peep the fake 
When

rotation a spliff
Collide with the gang
Keep duckets on 10
Charisma for kill we did it again
Titanic Hispanic and shout out my Tio
Raised from the dead by my

inside a lot
Tryna not be hot and get caught
By these motherfuckin' mer
Throw that nigga in the turf
Red dead enemy ironic cuz he reppin' twelve on his

8BallD Shit
24 Baby
Let me talk to em
Aye, Talk down on 24 bitch you threw for
Got the FN it's fuck niggas so don't get too close
Been a dog, unleash