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where you gon rap or hoop or sell some dope
All this pain how can I cope
Thank you K. Dot, thank you Cole I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be

[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker
Gat to your

I'll be gone
Never been this real with anyone
What a changed man that I've become
What a strong girl there at graduation
Hearing dead names, people

and there ain't no one I be pleasing, never changing cause yea I stay on unique shit, like I'm from Boston I be callin the c's in
And I know my rights but

Live from the Plantation

Mr. Lif

Live at the Middle East

you dare approach me with busy work
Take another step and get hurt
By the man that embodies mad years of anger
A cool bro, soon to be the Boston

Never gonna quit coz
I'll be on ma way eh yeah (On ma way)
I'll be I'll I'll be on ma way eh yeah
Coz am on ma way
I'll be on ma way eh yeah
I'll be I'll

still scared of hell

No, I'll never be alright
But maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No, I'll never be alright
But I heard

stronger
Judgments opinions and being broke
Laws are broke dumber
But I'll never give up
Behind this frown is not a coward
And I hear my calling
Now all

give the blind folk sight and a dead man life, I been waiting on it
Boston's finest on a whole other level
Y'all be hot you ain't nobody special
Boy I'm

Child's Play

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele

2000

will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy

will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy

Raw Hide

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-tang, is bangin' like a ron g tape
Rza pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it john gotti

up in boston oh yea
Break a bitch and break a city fuck it break a brick down
Younging he be trappin man he aint selling zips now
Youngin on the road

you hoes, yeah, yeah, 'cause I know my one bitch be only on fleek
Makin' the dough, more for the show, never betrayin' my bros (Yeah, yeah!)
You do not

a seat
In Boston at the beach
As we stare at the sea
Just you and me

We could drive all afternoon
I'll never get tired, not with you
We get out the car,

I'm sick of standing up for you
I never could resist your love despite the truth
You're not yourself when you're standing next to me
I'll see right

insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)
I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm

to lemonade, man, they gotta love us
If not, I'ma still bang this anyway
Since '84, and I would never change
Hell nah, I ain't never bang
Back against

trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya

eatin' these Percocet's like they Boston baked beans (wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (it's Gucci)

Uh, used to sell dope

You got eyes I could happily get lost in
Tokyo, Paris, Rome, or even Boston
I don't care, I'll go anywhere with you
You got a smile so bright and so

3 Stripe Killaz

Made Men

Classic Limited Edition

1999

I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit

Fire Down Below

Bette Midler

Divine Madness [Video]

here come the rich man in his big, long limousine.
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green.
Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop.
One

Started off by movin' weight like Po (Like I'm Po)
And no, I do not peep hoes (Nope), but my eye is on the dough (Dough)
I ain't playin' 'bout my guap, I'll