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(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you

Midwest Swing

Nelly

Free City

2001

put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann ho, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody

you know how I bop
Guns N' Roses they know I how I rock
Think this fire just wait till it drop
If it's up then it's stuck till it pop
I'm on his block

They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no

me Little Caesar's
I got bands stacked up, wallet wider than receiver
I got big guns n*gga, don't you play lil' bitch we ready
I got 40 choppas scoped

(Chorus)

From the ashes I rose!
Gutted a bunch of my foes!
I live by my own code!
This is the path I chose!
Never let a hater get to you!
Act right,

smell the roses
While avoiding pushing daisy's
Once a n***a start shining
Everybody look shady
They love to keep you down
In the darkness
Its hard to see

fucking army
My n****s really getting it
My n****s getting money
Just because the gun down mean he won’t shoot you in yo stomach
Told you boys not to come

ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner (yeah)
A-T-L-A-N

The Chubbster

Chubb Rock

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 2

1997

reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs

wrote a chill verse, not once
Crazier than Cruise with these Pickles I'm the Top Gun
Say sum'n. Don't you ever speak on my name
Luscious Duncan stunting

you
Know a very very specific reason
From nothing comes a thought
Inner-stand you are becoming a lot
When you look up it's a rainbow Look down it's

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack

war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I

white man who obeyed the law
Who worked like a dog for prince at a pauper's pay
Health insurance, well he had none
His kids were shot down in high school

down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album

Red Rose Café

Celtic Thunder

Heritage

2011

friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand.

[Chorus]
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbour
There by the port just outside Amsterdam.
Everyone

Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked
Sitting on a corner in her hood parked
Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood
Hop out the back

The sun rose over Homestake in the early morning fog
And a man got off a train bound straight for glory
With a red card in his pocket and a fire in

I heard about the trouble they had
down on the farm
they say they lost all the white horses
and half of the corn
the woman of the house
she came

n black on its on!

Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna

and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy Mulligan
And I was William

Yella Acorns

Rhett Akins

The Brotherhood Album

2010

Just don't get yourself busted by the man
Tell them Dallas
Yea we filled us up a dump truck load
And the farm looked like the yellow brick road
Ain't

girl a by
The name of sister Rose
Drop fi mi hose an' mi lick her pon her nose
An' you favor any day goose
For mi say, love is all you've got
Say di king