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Eli's Song

John Denver

Spirit

1976

fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
And don't you have a worry in the world

Words and Music by Jack Williams

the dream of Atlanta
But not mine! Of Atlanta
Not mine (we stand together)

A yankee with a college education 
Who by his own design In the great state

You're in the rat pack flat
Loosen your toes
Smell the sweat
Under your nose
Hold your hat ´cause it might pop 
When the rats are dancing lindy Hop

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The 7 Day Theory

1996

In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand

Why explain the game?

and sultry butt crusade
Here we are

Open the bay doors and let's live the dream
Give the world a double team
I bet it's a billion person orgy in an ocean

wit' ether 
Silver spoons and silver pans like peter
Death is coming ima fuckin' reaper 
No escaping this addiction either 
Oh my god I feel it in my

he's James Dean
They try to get me in the middle of a conga line
Sorry grandma, isn't it way past your bedtime?

I dance by myself, and teach them how

and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl

Gangstas Make the World

Master P

The Best of Tru

2005

to turn your muthafuckin body numb
And fuck the pen, cause if I go to jail again
I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee)
A nigga talk shit so I

Yeaaa
Uhhnnnn
Uhhnnnn
(It's hashtag bitch)
Step out in all black, look like a Raider
Glock on my side bad bitch like Topanga
I stay on my toes Mike

I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby
I meant the Li V baby
Big blick in the cockpit navy baby
The shoes and the dope in the V off

test their luck out
Too much confidence, like you've necked a bottle
I got life by the balls put that bitch into throttle
Yeah we hash it out and she

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The 7 Day Theory (Special Edition/+DVD)

1996

In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand

Why explain the game?

not 21, fuck a blackjack
She going dumb by giving me mental
Tool in her mouth calling it dental
All cash everything nothing a rental
Falling in love

According to reports obtained exclusively by this reporter
Prosecutor Dorsey has the villain in his sights
A highly ranking unnamed source in this

a mess they pay me because imma threat
Foreign I'm cocky in neimans I'm blowing a check
Look how you watching I see you you learning from me
It's free game

be on the stage for free my nigga 
Let's talk some funny shit after you pay
My nigga wooh
Haven't you heard?
I'm the one in the settings
I be setting

now come on let it rang
In the land of the free, the home of the brave
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang
In the land of the free, the home

White toes I'm in love with the fingerprints
Push the start, my finger the key for it
I'm at the Loews with some vibes with the bro's
Foreign lil mama she

Lyrics:
""In Control"" - Sotschi Remix
Written by: Armen Paul, Olivia Reid, Jack Laboz
Produced by: Armen Paul, Olivia Reid, Jack Laboz, Sotschi

can't be take it
Maame your body enter my eye like gyeene
Oh I said imma bait it
My ego is high so my pick up line is waving
Show you out in your way
Keep

a hangman
It slowly kills you step by step
I’ll never stop yeah
I’ll never stop yeah
Keep going and to believe in myself

Life is too short to be boring 
So

can't spell  my name
Do you know what's it like to be black  and "free" 
With a target on your back By the NYPD

I just wanna get away from peace from joy

I had a dream last night
It was a hardcore battle
I remember Katy Perry on a dark horse saddle
Followed by far more cattle
I was there alone with