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TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

TWENTY TWO:
At 22 it's all in my hands
I'm moving to the rhythm of a plan
God is a woman, I believe
And hard as I may try it's not up to me

5000

the wounded bird and you can be the lion
Depends on who wants to be the boss
And there's a thousand boys that would love to die
By my hand
And I am choosing you

Straight To Hell

Darius Rucker

When Was the Last Time

2017

straight to hell
Just like my mama said
I'm going straight to hell (oh, hell boy)

The stars came out and warmed me so
As I walked on down the road

less where niggas cop up
So I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up
Ever since a boy just my moms and my poppa
The streets been the old head

Shine Blockas

Big Boi

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed, claimed a dame
Hey, my

the devil in hell
Most of us dead or in jail
In this world my people stuck in the struggle tryna come up
So they hustle by selling drugs to eachother
In this

When I'm chasin after money boy ion see no competition
Trying to grind up out the trenches want my momma bigger house
It's gone be a struggle when you

niggas in order, come on, bang out
Meech get a bitch from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida
Then probably be back up in that north, talkin' with my label

ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across

sister
In her motherfucking face
That's that shit you learn in Florida
When you smoking K2
Hold that shit up in my chest
Boy I'm bout to turn blue
Im might

heart
(hands up) god so Lisa Stansfield you are
Love Is A Battlefield, we all get scarred
I put my heart into this
This is much more than marketed music

hands

Never thought the melanin lies
Forget all of your problems this a hell of a ride
I got models at the table, and then some of my kind
I aint use

three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitching

Make 'Em Wait

Ike & Tina Turner

Great Rhythm & Blues Sessions

1991

will say
He'll walk right up and take you by your hand
And he'll lead you right straight to the preacher man
So the best thing to do when you reach this

need no help (Hell No)
I said Coolin by myself cause I don't need no help (I'm coolin bitch)
Dissing on my set expect to die I got 5s
Ay Stacking up

My World "I Want It"

B.G.

Life After Cash Money

2004

to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me
I'ma bring you up in my world this is for my hot boys
And my hot girls, ride

a Jordan drop, you see, you's a Jordan box
Till I outgrew the safe and put it in the Florida rock
Till I bought my old streets and started digging tunnels