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to the hood like D boys do, gone

So the collaboration though with Nipsey and who?
Aww man, I'd prolly say Payroll or Tee Grizzley
Me and Big Sean talked

A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects

tucked by my dick
Search me all you want you still won't find it
You ain't no man now
Greet you with this gun you hello kitty
Call me big dog
Cause when I

Make sure you know a nickname
You want for that tombstone
Play hard as a rock, bullets can break stones
Break bad boys down like Jenny did Sean Combs
I'm

Journey Through the Life

Nas

Forever [Clean]

1999

now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire

somewhere, nigga
(Softly laying on the ground)
Get the fuck up

In my life I have seen people walk into the sea
Just to find memories plagued by constant

on the ground)
Get the fuck up

In my life I have seen
People walk into the sea
Just to find memories plagued
By constant misery
Their eyes cast down fixed upon

died in World War II in the struggle against occupying Nazi forces and Fascism. Their pictures, some of them children, are etched into tiles in memory

Watch Out (Hey You)

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

One little, two little, three little Indie rap
Headphones, backpack
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out"
Watch 'em all,

to break out from seeing only the inside of reflected ocean on the sky.
It was early 2001 and I was almost 23.  I'd finished recording the Glow pt. 2 and I

better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make

the lean
I got 2 pills
1 in the head
I shoot for the kill
All of my hitters they all in the field
Ay ay
Bitch i'm big 2 m
Y double m
Pull up to my city nigga

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he

perimeter
 I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger
 Bruce Willin' ta, try to step to
 Tall Sean, I wet you, that's my word to my nephew
 Donte,

missing those Dipset beats (yeah)
Really missing Big L, Big Pun, Big Poppa, 2Pac, and ODB
Prodigy and Sean P
Got me pouring whiskey on the concrete

Nigga, fi gunshot
Mafi play big shot
Shoot up them drug spot
Rude boy say fuck cop
Sean P and Buckshot
Buckshot, slugs fly
'Nough man a die for them

memory lane)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)

One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap

two-doors, gave the charges to the boys
Now I'm bigger than the blogs, now the topic on the Forbes (woo, come on)
Catch a fed charge, now we pardoned by

slowly got out of my seat
No eyes were on me as by now everyone was bored and wanted to go home
Wait scratch that two eyes were on me
The eyes of Mr.

Time After Time

Kane & Abel

Am I My Brother's Keeper

1998

featuring Master P 



We gonna ball till we fall 

Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2 



Chorus: 

If you're

Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
Niggas at the dice game
Frontin' with bankrolls

I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready

I smoke, I drink

B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby

Do it big nigga, do it big nigga

Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga

I smoke, I

to recite raps in His car
He would head nod
He thought whatever I said was Hard
He knew I'd go far
I only ever wanted to get as big as Sean
Though I make good

begun
Counting down the days until we’re turned to ash by the sun’s rays
Love your fucking self
So You’ll be a memory, someday

Yo yo yo, RIP MF DOOM
Rip