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heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow 

I took the grand tour, lived the night life, saw the rose garden too 

found a good hearted woman

by the courts and keep comin'
Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin'
Tuggin', in

pray that it don't jam
I got different ones like Stan
And im smoking just like Jeff
Hop out the van blow whistles ref
I can't fuck with nobody, nobody

All them other niggas still ain't mean nothing
Type to make you smile when you mean mugging
Type to have yo back when niggas start buggin
Had

Never mind, bitch, time's up
Yeah, I don't got patience to wait for so long
Bitch, jus make your mind up
Or I'd rather spend time alone
Nothing can

can't take it no more
Take your wrong and make it right
Just say you can make up your mind
Is it serious or isn't it?
'Cause I can't take it no more

The Way We Swing

Digital Underground

This Is an EP Release

1991

The drums are ringin with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone
Ah MC's, you like the way we swing
Well listen close and make sure you

discredited by
What a critic ever said
We're unaware of his racial make up
We know he's an albino but
Can't science the face up
Never question what I am
G O D

Reason

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good

[Dirty Money]
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you

I'm on the highway down to the city
I'm chasing my dreams and I'm gon' be busy
Won't have no free time so it might get tricky
I just wanna know if

the car keys in it
I'm getting out

Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs

Skit

Paul Wall

Get Ya Mind Correct

2002

You bug me one more time
Keep buggin me and I ain't gonna pay you nothing
Zero, Zip, NaTa
I don't know no more languages
But you know anymore languages

by me now

and there ain’t nothing to explain
we’re all just waiting for the whistle to blow
and there ain’t no way she’s gonna chain my horses
not

For your mental health

Purely coincidental
That you tremble
Every time you get her message on your cell

But it's nothing serious
It's only just a game

day-to-day
But at night, it keeps me up
And I just want a break
But really, I know my number comin'
So I'm likely buggin' over nothin'
But that pain was real

(Nah)
Done this by myself
I'm doing it on my own, I get the racks by myself
Man, it's Gucci, Dior, Vlone, I spent the stacks on my belt
All these dimes

God's microphone assassin and I'm at it again
Motivated by the spirit I grab the paper and pen
Hit you with some rhymes I hope we'll do you some good

shit (I take your Chanel purses?)
Are you serious, bruh?
(Shorty, we can be like
Stevie J and Joseline) serious (Then yes)
You don't have nothing to say

nothing on the floor was where I slept at
But I don't regret that
it just made me want more I couldn't accept that
Now I'm like let's do it
Nike where them

firm in the city
It was there where she met that kid
Started out just lunch, and turned into after work at the crib
She was impressed by the way he lived

direction, holding firm
You start to squirm as I set the term
You wig out just like a bad perm
Gettin' hit by these bad germs

Spittin' out like a street

Watchin' these racks as they come in 
Know he down bad he bumming 
Most times when they 10 deep they bluffing
They ain't really talking bout nothing

salt into the wounds
I'm a serious problem
They think I'm trying to rob them but I'm honest and and just a fraction of the problem
Courageous at heart