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yeah
Ain't nobody take my shine from me
Brothers in the streets take your shine for free

Lie with me
Yeah she wanna lie with me
Every time I'm feeling

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

headed and dangerous
And still livin' in this matrix
All I wanna do is make my loved ones proud
In this year alone we made three hundred thousand
But

sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your bitch ass
Lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

We make moves in stage coaches 
Rah digga likes

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my

not 
No I will not cry, I will not write you letters in the sand, because I know wishing will not change where I stand 
cnd the reminiscent fragments

a couple weeks to make it thirteen
Me, I can stay in touch and still be out of your reach
Definition of keepin' it cordial, got it poppin' like Orville
I

Like I've been grinding my whole tryna make a name
Different kinda come up they cannot relate or recreate

Moments slip I can never have back
So I slow

'm Miami Valley's most wanted And bitch, I still run it

Still stuntin', gettin' what I wanted Hop in the whip, Rambo to gun it
Makin' somethin' out

with no shoulder pad, ain't no holding back
Keep detractors on they heels
Still I don't deserve a break 'til it's woodgrain in my wheel
Put The Wood name

it we call that Mac and cheese
Sound it makes when she throwing it back
They know I'm too deep in my bag
Like my ladies chill all dark in black
Hair

The name Nitty yo talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the lime light it look like a video
Never been a underdog stay on
Top

Wit a $20 Dolla Bill

Bizzy Bone

The Midwest Cowboy

here is underground
But I know that we are over ground
(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!)
Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy)
Eat honey

a translation
It means I'm coming for your spot Destination
Yeah my name is Brook L to the I N
Middle name is Faith
With the first name you best not Put a Y in

than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

Eskiboy
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write

Caged Bird

Rjd2

Magnificent City

2006

beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall

this
I bodied you holster where my pins fit 
My word is my weapon they'll write my name in the sky
Being broke but braggadocious of a powerful mind
These

heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill

you, lil' bro done got himself a 30
Uh, got your name all in his discovery
I been breaking hoes and never told 'cause they in love with me
If she

that
I'm feelin' your life, girl I'm feelin' your life, girl
You give me the same feeling as some lean in the Sprite
At this rate we'll be in love by

nothing when sadness calls me by the name

Whatever I have in life
Is not enough
What do I really want?
And why is it so tough

Thank you for the invitation

that you lost dude
Blood can be spilled if that's what it comes to
Never could you ever fill in my shoes
Go ahead name one person I lost to
Raising your

ain't what you want
And if this is the realist shit I wrote
I'll say it with my last breath
They bout to write my name in stone
I'm on that mob shit
I

a quick check
I’m in the bathroom doing
Power poses fighting anxiety
I’m still mad cool
I just don’t gotta try to be
I came to add too so you can never