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Money on the Couch

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in

Die I think it's my time 

You'll be sorry no you won't 
Too busy for my funeral 
They'll bury me beneath the sand 
Microphone still in hand 
Planes

Nice With It

Northern State

All City

2004

everytime
You up in my face and you get so friendly
And I'm turning my back and my ears are ringing
Cause I guarantee that my name is on the tip of your

hard to do like me
Im a master with this shit imma rap Bruce lee
I wrote this in my note pad I dont write on loose leaf
Y'all don't like to listen long

the rosary
Twice
Was still drenched in a sin

Even when the church opens its doors I refuse to walk in
And I still don't know what makes a soul worth saving

I find it hard
Still have dreams inside your car
Still have dreams, where we're in the park
Every now and then I still get a nitty popping up
Asking

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

Dear Tyre

I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.

You

Work Away

Classified

Greatful

2016

My name's Cole Derkatch
I'm from Prince George, B.C., Canada
I work in Fort Mack
I'm only home about seven days out of each month
My family lives

never even seen my eyes
I could've lied to you about my name
It's not even Wolfe, it's Bane
I'll show you by putting your back in pain
Your voice is

a black man struggle (struggle)
We all in the same shape, so I know I fit your puzzle (puzzle)
Either way, we got your back, we only pray you'll be our

as it's washed by sand
Now your broken bottle's beautiful
Beach glass in my hand

Down there by the frigid sea
The tide it'll raise you ten feet
When it

The One With My Friends

Fern

Marty for President

2015

look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These

I turned to block the wind but got taken by the waves
I could still hear you screaming out my name as I went down When sea fell back to sleep it left

a lid open your mind
Put led in your brain you dope for your time
I'm ahead of your game the door's open
And I'm in it i'm so focused
You still focusin'

'm not looking they slander my name 
Throwin' dirt, y'all can wait in line
See the fakes, they pray I'm blind 
Wanna love when the numbers high 
But when

forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh

blow it
Remember, you ain't taking none of this with you when you go
Mama thanks, I'm living by that daily
Steady getting paid, I promise it won't change

out demons
And in Your name perform many miracles
Then I will declare to them
I never knew you
Depart from Me you who practice lawlessness
Therefore

the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you

Who's That Girl

Eve

Scorpion

2001

the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you

in they spaces
Hit me up on a first name basis, but I don't even know they faces
Amir sent me this shit, thought it was hot, so I had to hop on it
Mac

are rats im the snake, cause in the grass imma wait
And I'm surrounded by gorillas true to life killers that will turn your noodle to pasta to run this

After a whole day on the beach
Not minding a little sunburn
Wanted to have a fire
As the sun went under
And I had found some matches in the sand
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