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A hundred and Thirty-Five on the dashin
Gas smashin,
Buring rubber,
Pull my mask down i'm blastin
Cause we from A st And Jackson

~CHOURUS~
Calling me

Blinded by the wake of mistrust
The wicked, seeding the dirt

Victim to a portrait of lies
Tailored to poison the mind

Conditioned
Restricted

Bound

after show
Dem bitches ain't for me
I stay on the low
That drank it in her body
She all on the floor
Countin blue hundreds
Make it go in slow mo
Hustle

correct or your
Time might get split
Love when that guap fall in place, how I move
Made a decision ain't no need to choose
Still countin' old hundreds

jokes If I'm not pleased by myself I'm not pleased by you, ok move
I got standards baby but I'm standard too, she confused
Go play your games go play my

you would see
Cherished and so lovely 

(Chorus)
And baby I’d choose you
In a hundred lifetimes 
In a hundred different worlds 
Any version of reality

can't take the hood up outta me, you dig

Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know

I told niggas I was jumpin' on jets, and post them foreigns by steps, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hatin' the more that I flex, they

then I'm riding
In a suit and tie with
A cummerbund riding cumbersome with a hundred ones 
So I got that proof I'll be riding by your side with
Loving

I LOVE YOU 
I WANT YOU

TODAY I SAW YOU CHOOSE
TO HEAR MY TRUTH
TO OPEN UP YOUR HEART
WHEN I KNOW IT’S HARD TO DO

SO, I PUT DOWN MY SWORD 
YOU PUT

Gotta Make It to Heaven

DJ Revolution

Wake Up Show: Mix Archives, Vol. 3-4

2004

Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven

Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't

rise and fall with the truth

I've always been friends with the truth
The truth and I normally get along
Then there's this thing called, by Masons,

I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out)
Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose

the right words to choose
So all I can say is thank you

We fell into the snow
And talked about growing old
So here's to a hundred more Christmas days
This

A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz

Inside of Me

Eric Clapton

Pilgrim

1998

as though 
Utopia were far closer to us than anyone, only fifteen 
Years ago, could have imagined. 
Then, I projected it six hundred years into the future.

Should've told you that shit last time
Money got me working overtime
So I'ma make up for the past time
Late nights by the ocean
Thinking 'bout

bitches I ain't make them mad enough
If they going ain't no way I'll pass it up

Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot

stirring for a hundred years or more
Turn out coffee coloured people by the score

Oooo.... 

Rabbis and the friars
Ahhh, the bishops and the gurus
You got

a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand

Love Jones

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

billion 

one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways 

to make children, by buildin 

Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I

degrees
And shit, honestly, I'm in love with the heat
He-he-heat magnet
Stay checking for me, viewing for free
Should charge at least 100 a piece
Can't burn

Man, I'm all about my loot
If you ain't with it then shoo 
I ain't got no time for chutes 
It's just ladders that I choose 
Cuz we only going up, if

turned down thousands, got booed by hundreds
Hated by some fam my enemies loved it
But I stayed above it I'm a sky walker 
Staten in my blood I'm a native