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A rebel without ambition 
Too broke to buy food 
Too lazy to clean the kitchen 
Hunger strike in front of McDonalds Organized sit in's in Walmart

was getting in your heart, more than just your pants
I know you missed it, it was always right in front us
I know you feel it, u can't try to front

alone, standing in front of me
Looking cold
Cold as the winter snow
In spring
Every time I close my eyes
I look around inside
I look around to find
I’m

to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could

drive
I ride or die
Me and Beanie got front doe
Puttin' in work
And I'm a Brooklyn nigga
Put da semi to work

[Beanie Siegel]
Yeah you know how we play

Thoughts battle in my head.
Ten years repressed confusion.
This decade's not for me.

To be the one who sees everything in front of me, and you will set me

Tops Drop 

(Fat Pat)
Welcome to the land where it just dont stop
Trunks pop , tops drop , and the front end hop
Pank flop screens on , actin bad in

can see it clearly
All the details right in front of me
And all so livingly
Every story, every moment playing back just like it's on a movie screen

on the other side

One  foot in front of the other
i don't really wanna be
oblivious... oblivious
hey now my sisters and brothers
do you really wanna be

front forledt 
Lyder hornene atter 
Blæser til ilridt over værn og virke
Frænder der med vantro kigger på
Arngrims mænd med korsets hær i ryggen 
Han

of the week though
Bucket naked dancing on the strip pole
I’m throwing all this money but she want a tip though
In front of the mirror using my for practice
Say

brand new

You couldn't see me right in front of you
You just put me under. 
Now I'm thrust back in my seat as the engines thunder
Moving now, but still

Start from the front
Bring it back
Swing it around girl
Gimme summa dat
Start from the front
Bring it back
Swing it around girl
Gimme summa dat
Knock

knock on the door
The art of reality
You're standing in front of me
You knocked on my door

I saw you in the lobby of my hotel
Looked like that leather

I'm gone get this chicken 
I'm gone do it for the fam yeah 

Plug just front a bird 
Ima whip it with my hand yeah 

I know they can't stand me
I

threw my kid sister in front of a truck
My grandpa had cancer and he died of shock
When he learned that my sister died from a trock
(Ah shit) my parents

Bet he ain't moving how you thought he was 
Cappin out front cause he ain't got enough 
Pockets sitting pretty I don't gotta bluff
Chef wit the heat

I need that money up front, I don't play no games
That pretty motherfucker who'll be spitting on your grave
Have em slept, have em marked with a red

front then i need my back ends 
Finessing the whole game look like i'm hacking 
Know that boy he scamming, where the tracking? 
Gotta stay down and keep

seats
Now they jumpin in the front rows
If they ain't know bet they know now
Its bout to go down
Yeaa yeaaa

Ima call you pennywise baby cuz you it
Tell

seat
Sweet talking all night, caught in the rain
Your hair kept falling in front of your face
Walking that line and just taking our time with it
I was

fitting to get into something
Forever talking race I'm fitting to get in the front then
Front runner flow
And I'm ice cold
They brung a mic so you know they

tell these motherfuckers in the front row i’m-
A motherfucker with a gun so blind-
And my blunt wont burn
And my world dont turn
And my mama gon love

Only after I finish

Yeah, I know that she be moanin'
And shakin'
Flip to the front, then I finish
I eat it up in the mornin'
No Danish
I think 'er