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that's on my soul
You would think that I can hoop by the way I'm hitting my goals
This is from the soul
Promise that I'd never fold
Potnas switching

Set Me Straight

Melvins

Houdini

1993

and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene 

LIZZY: 
I'm sin 
Done in water
You might be over him 
He's somebody's daughter
As far as is well known

(blah, blah)
And my son is only three, he be like: "Mama rich"
Told him: "Go outside to play, just be inside by six" (ay)
I done made my niggas proud,

this shit by any means, I take deuces!
The grind is callin' like Hello, I used to get it in Seattle
I can't trust these hoes, hell no!  My landlord wanna

I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin', dick is so big I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
I don't think it would be logic for me to say I'm

turning down dates
I got plays talking bout dates but in my mind she's all that need
All that I feel Is real feels she makes my head spin just like a wheel

on da internet
The first load was direct now he say he gon send um bk
Had to cut my dawg off roumor has it he been a rat
I bet she fuck I got that make

you walking round with a tool
Always say you bout to blast but I don't think you gone ever do it
Word up on the streets is you a bitch and I always knew

Do I say "Blacks"? (You won't have to say)
I feel like it'd be weird
If I said, "I'm with the blacks" (it's not like that)
How is it referred to?

U Owe Me

Paul Wall & Chamillionaire

Get Ya Mind Correct

2002

think about it
Niggas that owe they try to sneek and never think they spot it
The walking bank teller, tell a nigga make a deposit
Say he ain't got it,

with a swift and sudden cry.

How how can I say how much you mean.
How from soil to heaven how to express this grief.
How and what can I do.
Lena my

Hollywood

The Luniz

Cydalwayz

1998

worse than that to make me feel low
they drunk all they Hin, and smoked all the dope
and girls used to say "Num you're so cute"
"but you get's no

on the past
All my homeboys that didn't make it
For you I'll do it
'member back in the days as young truants
HUH! tellin' me to beware
Because you cared, helped

and tell us your story.





My name is Michael, I’m a landlord’s right hand.

		He paid for me to get the fuck off his land. 			But, this is the last I obey

shit
Yous another dead one
So I gotta make it quick
I den met with yo bitch
And she said kill it
Imma do wat she say
Cuz I wanna fuck it
You sho got

Trying to make a way, standing by the alley-way (for real)
Trying live to see another day you got me fucked up
You think i'm in the way (yeah yeah yeah

so what I think I should do, is
Go find a home and set up a room for when he comes over
And get the fridge full of food, if I'm going to be a father

tank 

E be like say I go stop to dey post for WhatsApp 
Cos once I do the billing Na another matter 
My Landlord poshu me where I for dey stay 
Drop

bad
What did you think
Let's make them mad
Walk in the bank
Head to the back
Open the safe
Count it exact
Ay, ay, ay

I've been the one that don't talk

Gucci rings, this is ACAB everyday
So say they names: Manny Ellis down the way
Oscar Grant from where I used to stay
List is longer and longer by the day

nineteen fifty-eight
They say I am a stupid count
I have a sucking force
At least that's what he thinks they say
He could be wrong of course

"Landlord, mix

NASA ON MY WATCH
DRAKE AND 40 BY MY SIDE
NIGGA THINK IM FINNA SIGN
DO THE DIGIT IN THRU THE TRENCHES ONCE THAT BAG TURNT AROUND
DOG SHIT JUS IN A MONTH

passed to left now
I see a white and yellow roof
Through a dead walnut tree
The shock is in seeing and
Feeling and never knowing
It is a knowing that makes

funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just