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have been hurting (and though)
For sometime (for sometime)
By faith (by faith)
You shall live (you shall live)

I see you standing there
With

it twisted, we some killers like we serial (pop, pop)
I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich by material
I know you won't, but I be cautious when I

I can't be your only remedy
Tryna save you is gonna kill me
So write it down, put it in a song
Hope you pour it out
We'd all feel less alone
'Stead

can't live forever
I know someday that I gotta leave
Can't get caught in that fame
If I go broke I know they gon' leave
Gotta watch who around you
Better

the forbidden fruit 
I'll sip the juice like its cranberries

Lemi set the tone girl its vibrant
Liquor pouring girl we on know you like this 
Baby if you want

Manipulated by common thought to change you think you'd better not
You're terrified (don't be afraid) for they can't cross you're palisade
And now it's time

stick around - why you doing it)

They’d rather be who they are, right now
(Forever) 

Out of the blue, she living with me
& I’m living out life

Ask,

don't hit my jack (wooh)
Truck presidential, you know it's a 'Lac
I put the north and the gang on my back
She in her feelings, I can't get attached

him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics

staring real hard shawty kick it with a playa
I'm clean
Broad magnet that's me hell yea
Draped up dripped out don't act like you can't tell I'm clean

It

Ain't It Funny

Jennifer Lopez

Now, Vol. 50 [UK]

2001

'd live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

and they'll wack homie
These rap niggas don't excite me nigga I relax on em
I ain't really got no rap money I be pushing packs on em
I can't kick it with these

walk in with me
Nah, walk off enemy
Girl you can’t walk in with Guwap

Playboy I got all them problems
But I am 1017
You smokin on your uncle pat hell

My life wasn't cool as you think I just be drowning the pain
Thanksgiving you a Jive turkey watch out I'm  choking on cranberries
No I'm not talking

I'm gone fast like 150
In da lab so don't miss mi
Fake niggaz Be moving frisky
Tryna get me in somen fishy
Issa chess game u mate pussy
Im trained up

Cranberry, Mercedes
She giving me head can't crash the coupe
She crazy
I got a room, yeah for us two, let's go crazy
I can't wait to get you up
In my

wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue

And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by

I'm going sin again
Why you walking round with your hands out, walking around with that palm angel on
Even when shit get difficult, I know it's easy

by you in the coupe
Fuck I miss my roof

Can't love her, can't trust her
(fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her
(what) that money

anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
From the spot where the hustlers
And all of the bangers be
If you understand then you

anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
From the spot where the hustlers
And all of the bangers be
If you understand then you

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Strictly for the Street

1999

of the show, keepin' you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio

Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck

I breathe new life to a soul
Know that my aura be orange
And I go Rick James on a nigga
Brought up by Old Dirty Bastard
With nothing but shame