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care of me
Come float away with the music like it's therapy
I'm rolling up I got a cup I need some clarity
Hold up just keep up out my space I need some

never gone vanish

While everybody be outside I'm going in
Shit got me on 12 make more than a 10
Made me who I am I came out the den

Green light go

I got to make some time to get back to myself
Looking in my mirror, I'm blurred, I look so unfamiliar 
I don't recognize myself
Going out tonight

I Know

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

Say Mel and T Mayne
I'm a make a nigga feel on this

Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(South baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business

I'm done, don't call
My phone or text me, i don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out
But I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face
I'm

Ring them bells on my behalf and right now
They will know about when I enter
Cause Imma make the game just slide down
That's not arrogance, it's just

Ring them bells on my behalf and right now
They will know about when I enter
Cause Imma make the game just slide down
That's not arrogance, it's just

Moody's Mood for Love

Quincy Jones

From Q, With Love

1999

baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take you by the hand
Come let us visit out there
In that new promised land
Maybe there we can find
A good place

could go in a cage and
Fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with
Pimp C and Big Pun
This is

the rhythm and ever thing works out
I do this for the love of the music
Y'all want clout
I do this for the love
I'm just thinking out loud
Every time you see

to make moves cooped up in the Alantra
Now it's mad flights all thanks to my entendre
With a nice chick, type thick, named Lashonda
Out in Ghana, mob style,

fuckin game 

Verse 4: Kastro 

It's a long long dark road out of hell
I've been there
I can tell you the story well
Most don't make it
10 out of 12

Child of the Night

Nate Dogg

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

of growing up and seeing life at it's worst
Then trying to iron out my wrinkles, putting family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinking my

taught fuck 12, we can't depend on them they trained to kill
Officer took a kneel, killed a man right in front of our eyes for real
And He still free, that

serve it whole
It all gotta go
Make a killin' off the
(Drugz)
I’m useda feeling like I am alone
So I be cool by myself
I useda question my wealth
but now

My bitch bad shit, I can tell just by her accent
I want to make a-half-a-million off of rapping
I know 30 niggas 'round me got them backends
But, I

12 up on my back
I'm gon make them crackas pay me, they gon hate it cause I'm black
That's a fact
Really don't talk a lot (Really don't talk)
Might

House That Rocked

Grandmaster Flash

Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang

1987

The music hideously provided for the living dead
Now they was illin' and that was no doubt
But all we wanted to do was get out
I was wishing I was chillin'

See, men like the power
It makes them feel powerful in the rush and they nuts
And then they dick when they have them fast cars like that
It just

or die
Cause we ain't got time to stand by,
I've been calling out for help

Cause I truly just hate myself
So the love that you gon' give me might improve

never cared to see what's in the box
I work out and make some music and I do this 'round the clock
I just came off a record that I feel like I was forced

don't talk about no music
All my clothes exclusive
Spin move your ho, elusive
Put the dope on the road, that's lucrative
Then make it back home,

Peter, the protagonist, hopped in his car and drove
With the intentions of driving off a foggy mountain road
He skipped the bridge out by

the greed in rappers I hear
I know you thinkin you the man out here
If you make it ya the only one who persevere
Turn your back up on the streets like ain't