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by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his

so live 
Won't come down
We up there
Up there
Up there
Up there
Hold that 
Right there
Big shine
No glare
I been
Bout mine
Where yours
Don't care
On my

Life is full of pain, life is full of pain
We just gotta live it, you just gotta chill and hang, yeah
Life is full of pain
Life is full of pain, yeah

and the shops
Red brick fades to black as they're passing the clocktower
Sparking the rocks
The elders are stumbling by
Cursing and blinding, the problem child's

Strike a match to shed a light on the darkness we bring
Strike a brother, shed the weight of his life
Ceiling lights held the world up by a string

burned
Time going come, just wait your turn
Doing good…what's your concern
Stack this money to the ceiling
Watch it burn
I was taught you going live & you

coffins 
Been disgusted with coons
Melanating my causes
Only to be retorted 
By people who have distorted sense of realities
Of what it's like to be

I wanna know what you're used to baby
Oh

Better lean on back 
It's full throttle to the max in the 2 door jag  
Dipped in all black gleemin' like

the inner me shine
So (Oh-oh-oh)
Bottom Line to the song I sing
If you follow along then you get - get what I mean.
By His mercy I live, you see I am redeemed

I'm sayin
I'm pullin'
up, you know what I'm sayin',
drop top
Hella chicks, you know what I'm sayin'
Black ones, snow bunny, Indian, Jamaican,
you know

of cornstarch in the plot 
Stock Hit the glass- ceiling and drop 
Sloppy timing bloody eyes black dots 
Mind race but ima hold this thot
Make it to The pad, might

to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they natural black

Without a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren

the illusion go and live in harmony

The trees come down and businesses come in
Habitats destroyed by the hands of men
The soil is breached for oil and machines

flavor: original
Four black rubber gloves, I
Ain't even kidding, Y'all
I got a handkerchief and half
A pack of Chiclets
A gold adapter and some old raffle

the winds somehow
Before the dawn of light
We've gotta live tonight 
I will paint you in black and white

You stabbed me in the back
Pushed me on the tracks

shit's promoted on there
Bro don't need it
They just want a photo equal to a hundred motives
They're like yea you're goin gold by these
Yo go for it go

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is

Is Your God a Dog

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

Crosstown traffic
Black to black
You should a seen 'er
Long and winding road to the arena
Crystal ball
I prophesied
What was on the horizon

Is Your God a Dog

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?

Final Ride

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in

Levitate through the bullshit, Chris Angel
Must be touched by angels
Bro got a loose foot, gripping this angle
Live fast, die young in the jungle
How

You Can't Play With My Yo Yo

Ice Cube

Maximum Rap

1997

intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about

fresh and clean
That's that code in world so cold
I feel hope when I feel this bold
I spit dope every time no joke
Lock and load with a heart full of gold