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me there
They prolly ain't know I got no fucks to give

Cause I'm too high for this shit
Too fried for a fuck to give
I'm take my problems and I solve

your boyfriend a knock in the halls
Checking his rep he dead with some calls
I didn't say shit don't listen at all
Cowboy shit baby this is a showdown

on bein Jay Z
The run that I'm on is gonna be longer than the Euphrates
Got a super model chick that's badder than Tom Brady's
Rap game bunch of clowns

stacking racks
Only big bags
Designer with the 24 product chain attached
You like it like that
But I can't afford that
Fuck it all
No fame of hall
Where's

you know they VVs
Slaughter shit like lambs Cowboy pistol like I'm CeeDee
Essentials on my beanie Granting wishes like a genie
Damn, this shit too crazy

I Rep That West

Ice Cube

I Am the West

2010

Niggas round the world think they wanna bang
Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne
I'm too west coast for the west coast
Too fresh nose to suritos

Dick way too bomb, way too strong, she came back whipped
Had me fucked up, fucked her and her friend that she came back with, I ain't shit but I'm lit
I

the hall, still breathing
And maybe you're still holding up
We both know it's all too late
And now I'm left with my thoughts and the ceiling
It ain't worth

40 & C-Bo

E-40

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

for the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
Outlaws,

Gatz

Theodore Unit

718

2004

ain't your biggest score, son, this is verbal war
Too much endurance, you never had a chance on tour
Watch me perform, I say some marvelous shit
I got

gotta ask shawty "If I went today would you actually miss me?"
"Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?"
I come up

problems
Yes, I'm the nigga that made "No Stylist"
I go shopping, no personal shopper, ain't nobody touching my swag
I got way too much weed, too much

can't believe it 
They begging for features I'm declining I'm just too conceited
Got all these hoes up in my dm tell em run that shit up 
Imma suga baby

Nothing but truth yeah
Yeah e yeah
Had to get money up and got exclusive
People nosey and way too illusive
Killing beats some say I'm too abusive

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin'
Gucci print

I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

The Kingston Trio

The Best of the Decca Years

1998

see us passin' by and you sit and you wonder why and you wish that you were a rambler, too.
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up, bar

When I'm Gone
By Trey Hirsh
© copyright by Trey Hirsh 12/3/2009, cll Rights Reserved

VERSE:
He said when I'm laid to rest
Mary put your picture

am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house

I'm too thirsty give me a beer make it duff
This sport is full contact yet I'm playing to rough
Your girl is too full believe me she's stuffed
Please

Valley

Ace Deuce

3rd Wish to Rock the World

1999

for ten to my closest friends
Rolling back to H-towm big body Benz
  
hook
  
[7] - Houston Texas cowboy wit a dime and a fiesta saddle
And I'm moving

Precious Angel

Bob Dylan

Slow Train Coming

1979

Shine you light, shine your light on me
Shine you light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself
I'm a little too blind

the shit in the dome
And you niggas don't know
Curry the killa' is ridin' too slow
But the niggas don't wanna go
Get the six four when I ride by, on the 95

I'd take the chance to escape
Before I make another mistake
If it was up to me, I'd be walking the hall of fame
But right now I'm walking the hall

to sign me
Like Tom Brady im Callin up plays this Glock my linemen
They tell me I deserve it
Gon come in Perfect timing
I once was blinded by struggle ain’t