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dad			SEVEN
Seconds away from blast off			PIG
Waiting for the final command			FIVE
Sitting here in a tin can				FOUR
With me helmet in me hand			THREE

If/Then

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from

There He Go
TerryO
Everyday family man
So sweet like it's candy land
But moves like a avalanche
Mouth in a battle stance
So if they want hand to hand
My

Oh, what a sight it must have been
That starry night in Bethlehem
A stable with three
Joseph by Mary's side
A manger filled with newborn life

Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

other niggas clientele 

Check the man made junk for residue 

Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 

1. Never talk on the phone in ya house

will
The talent limitless and I ain't
Even swallow a pill, hey

2-0-7 Heaven
Until the day I die, man, I rep the 2-0-7
I get a certain satisfaction when

ya not to fuck with me I told ya
I told ya I told ya
Fuck apologies it was nice to know ya

By the time it said and done you all are gonna hear me
7

to force
Lonely on the 5th, she said she tired of this shit
Lonely on the 6th, she got pain in her spliff,
Lonely on the 7th, herself she start to question

acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One

seamlessly mumble
To this beat made by my cousin but we're keeping it humble

Watching as you stumble, fumbling around in the darkness
You're acting

Namaste Mo Fuckas
It's ya favorite teacher
Old school flow
Gym shorts
Same t-shirt
3 days in a row
The fuck I care bout fashion fo?
Five grand on all

the insane in the brain to the psycho gangs

The legend goes deeper than one can imagine
The lone man known as Muggs the assassin
He came from the east

Then I know
Shit happens in the streets
Then I know
Went down in the jail
Then I know
Ya man got popped
Then I know
You flipped an you talked
Then I

Artist: Lolly thee illest
Album Title: black mary
Track Title: tears of girls on belverdere
Track No: 7

How they think we're okay
Still remains

jazz in the mornings then
James Cleveland Commissioned flip'n the tape on to cd
Shotty with pappy man this shit was in me
When I see baby they know they

your wife
She life in strife and that's just how I want ‘em
In this fuckin' me see my man get upon ‘em
That's why I creep em, lay ‘em, slide
Takin' mad

don't mean
I'm no less of a man
You ever tried to fight yourself?
Well I'm a hell of a man
A champion in fact I never win
A terrible hand
I lose to win

Inner Voice

Adam Sandler

Stan and Judy's Kid

I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some

real under moon shine
Baking soda's for the lunch line
Food drives out in sunshine
get tucked its past your bed time

Bounce with me hit the cruz control

crackin' that three
I'm one of them ones, they ain't fuckin' with me (one of them niggas)
S-B-G, it's whatever with me (S-B-G)
All in the Yams, with some

four
That's OAP land
Sixty four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
let me pause for reflection

Burn This City

Twista

The Drought Is Over, Pt. 4

2007

playin' wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a niggas plans ineffective ass nigga
I'm fi-fire man but

a boat
In a river by the pharaoh's daughter
Must have been a black man
She raised him as her own son
How a black woman pass off a
White child as her own

there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'