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nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out

curry
The cities too small, lets see the World in hurry
Say she wanna see the Eiffel That's a free ride to parrí!
Then we gettin married!
Celebrate with

Love Ire & Song

A. Turner

Love Ire & Song

2008

And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's

chatting numbers 
Told my 1z that we should change our numbers 
Sold out the first tour they can't touch the numbers 

Chorus - Neeko
Let me celebrate, two

Fueled by Special Fried Rice
And bright pink street lights
Got us feelin' alright
We're just livin' our lives
And not thinkin' twice
And that's all we

And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's

It's singing songs with my family
It's kiss me underneath the mistletoe
Another Christmas carol on the radio
It feels so good to be alive
Let's celebrate

haters
Coming at you daily, bar for bar , toe to toe
In the middle of the road, so long, living by the street code
Never turned off that, survival

dubs 
Bitch im
Here for many years and many mo off the roll
Easy as a layup getcha weight up in the post
Time goes by
Puffin on lye
We can celebrate

All by myself in this fucked up game (Yeah)
But I was taught to stay away from these fucked up lames (Facts)
I got caught up running the streets

And even after take that to the bed

Black lined there, distracted by words
Zoned out there, where are my nerves
My arms gone numb, but still flippin' up

pride
Hope you're still by my side
Mishap, disarray
I don't let that resonate
I can't let that seep in
I hold out for better days
I hold out for weekends

Switch on Your Radio

Maurice White

Maurice White

1986

to the beat around
My name is "Sam the Jam", let me take you by the hand
With every step, let's touch the beat
With the streets alive, the rhythm takes your

Bronxlyn (Verse)

Label us a thug 
Castrate our men (Yeah)
Downplay my rights and celebrate the specimen 
If you ain’t 7 feet jumping out the gym

celebrate that we survive so 
we can kill what we survive, but black funereality 
be mad sometimes at how it be surviving, which it 
won't stop. frustrated by

dance through
And let me be the one

Your scars hided all along
By a medecine of our love
I can feel your sweet joy, I can celebrate this win cause
All I

So dance through
And let me be the one

Your scars hided all along
By a medecine of our love
I can feel your sweet joy, I can celebrate this win cause

and the hands never die
Denounce and deny or we'll burn it down and keep warm by the light

A life is lost and the streets are in stereo tonight
Blood red floor

jobs all in a row
We're seeking thrillers up through the sky
Cutting lines as they let us by
Checking out the aesthetic buildings
Expensive tuition

White chalk your ass
Let them folks outline you
Getting to them racks
Sticking to the G code
Get up out the streets
All you niggas do is fold
Sitting back

when I let this shit bang let it bang
Thanks for playing I got game
Bout to pop up I’m cracking the champagne
Hear the same shit in the streets ain’t

heart bled
Tears, let 'em fall like a faucet
Lookin' for my mind, but I lost it
I feel all alone, I'm exhausted
That's why we celebrate when the wins

Let's Talk About

Eve

Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady [Clean]

1999

[Eve] (Drag-on)
Ugh (Come on, uh)
Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo (uh, uh)

[Eve]
Let's talk

leather seats
A go-getter by yourself as I run the streets,
Niggas hate, bitches jealous, cause they can't compete
I'm what they aim to be, a real nigga,