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man they shoot you back
See in these city streets they beat you
Until you are blue and black
In matter of fact if I'm
A minister by using rap
If I'm

Let's Do It

Redman

How High

2001

you grow some balls like ms. Mann from Scary Movie

You banned from being mooly 
I keep it black gutter white gutter
Chinese gutter by these

Every evening you will find him around our neighbourhood. 
It's the old dope peddler, that we know by doing good

Started off with a OZ
End up

Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob and sons
Jacob, Jacob, Jacob
Jacob and sons

Red, yellow, green, brown
Scarlet, black, ocher, peach

4 Alarm Blaze

M.O.P.

First Family 4 Life

1998

skillet - it's on 

That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga 

Open up your back nigga Rosewood black nigga 

First family gone brawl 

It's

man to keep a ragtop car,
But they couldn't bear to sell it- it had been with them this far,
The two of them and that old Chevy made it thru each day,

Keyshia Cole, Keyshia Cole, World So Cold
Made Keyshia Cole
Since 10 years old, Keyshia Been Cold
From the Cradle to the Pole
Keyshia Cole

Keyshia

the audience and our telly
We was walkin' by, drew correlations to a coronation
She caught my eye
Threw a kiss, it was a flaming lips
It was too contrived,

Shadows

Yelawolf

Shadows

2016

on the prairie
A murderer that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary
Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the cabin
The old man on the porch, evil

seen her through
She's a devil in disguise
Red lips and black eyes
So listen up and take my advice
She's a red flag baby
And she's many of a kind
She's

Luckiest Man in the World

Billy Eckstine

Stormy

1970

blind?

I'm about the luckiest man in the world
To have a girl like you, I'm told by Fritz and Peter
Your lips would not be sweeter

Oh, you must be

Welcome to the Ghetto

Spice 1

Hits

1998

Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets

Free at Last

dc Talk

Free at Last

1992

Ya see, something's got me jumpin'
And I think it's the way
That He can take a hard man
And turn him into soft clay
Out of the darkness, the Father

we sip it
Black lips, no stars, I can African pen 'em
My people stand back from the
Center with they chin up one God, one code
Seventh letter stay

the time
Like P-A-C, man R.I.P
Rossi MC, rep Laramie
Rollin’ over black tar bumpin’ blackstar raisin’ the bar
Every line stay on your mind, rewind
Play it

bottom make the man
And some pressure make a gemstone
Tryna put a dollar to my name like Creflo
Naija boy, late to the game
It’s in the blood flow
But I’m

and black
And to his kid's man he stress just that
Organic 4SAP man i'm dressed in that
Need a mil for the homies in the Ville that's fact
Still working
Word

crack cause I elevated crack...  Lost it all in Katrina but We shook back with FEMA racks... Now i drive Mercedes black... spitting on these crazy tracks

and I never sleep
Well I stand by the moon with the salt on my lips
There's a yell in my heart as I prefer your kiss
We've been out here for weeks

Drake be yeah she my baby the best I ever had
Boy to a man Wanya in this land I lay
All black liquor over Grand Marnier
If we being honest damn I miss

you think about that, MISSISSIPPI?

Man, the police protect themselves. Why you shouldn't protect yourself, bruh?

No doubt

Defend yourself by any

Super super clean man has entered the track now
Please do not pretend, you don’t recognize the phat sounds
The one entering ear drums I fear none

of freedom
Surrounded by a pitch-black heart
He wants to live his life in peace
The inner restlessness eats him up

He's walking alone, the invisible man
He

LONG
IN A WORLD RULED BY THE YOUNG
THERE'S A LIMO OUTSIDE TO TAKE ME DOWN TO THE FARM

I WATCHED YOU TODAY AS YOU GOT UP AND LEFT WITH THE SUN
YOUR LIPS