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You know me haffi make the wickedness increase!
Gone long inna the ghetto
Youth ah go rough
Feel it on the street Never been so tough
Something ah
made five six two
I'm relentless on five six three
Had some hard times by myself, I was lonely and breaking
But I couldn't fold and be weak
I was in pain
of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"
The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
girls money and guns
Akhi I know The dunyas tough
Rely On Allah When Things Get rough hes the only one that can ever save us
Drop all the talking stop
I've been through lonely nights, rough and tough days
But through it all, I'm standing tall, I'm so brave
I know I've walked through the valley
a lick I've been rich ever since
Walk through the jungle in my Louis V prints
I'm the king upgraded from a prince
And I ain't talking if it ain't 100 cents
Their conversation gets cut short by a knock on the door, the doctor enters.
Hi Henrik, sorry to interrupt your visiting time, just popping in
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
about a few cents
Niggas locked up probably worth 2/5’s less
Kidnapped my niggas now we barely making rent
All this money in America don’t make sense
about a few cents
Niggas locked up probably worth 2/5’s less
Kidnapped my niggas now we barely making rent
All this money in America don’t make sense
He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed
quite dangerous
This ain't never really felt like safe sex
But we do it anyway, with a bit of Henny
Get a medic ready for the blade, you're an outcast
I'm
tough, when the going gets rough
Stand on the word that bible sturdy
Yes bro, I stand on the Word
I'm broke without Him like I stand on the curb
Evil
motherfucker
And start killin' motherfuckers, shit
I know it's rough, I know it's tough
But when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up
You
I talk tough, I'm too damn rough
I call your boyfriend's bluff
You can't beat me
Like Kobe come through in the clutch
If you look out once or blink
dressing
Never sit back down till I'm up
Yeah I know that my journey is rough
You would think I was playin it tough
My kind's rough, a little rough around the edges, we all clock out around 5
My kind likes to have a cold beverage, we prefer it in a honky tonk
sand komberse toe dan maak jou ma n saak
I tell her you lorl first with me and you were raak gepaak
Nowadays its tough and da street is rough
Amal
Early bird I'm up half past five
Ten ten I had to take six
Have it gone by the morning..
You see time is cash
So I know that I can't waste mine
Ain't got
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by a stray blast
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
word!
Like a bird, he'll drop a sky turd!
Amnesia- he forgot a lighter!
Mark's a guy who's one tough survivor!
But he'll run and hide because
He's not
see me so,nigga ma y3 ready rough
Bring ur best rapper competition b3y3 tough
B3m3 no be mouth,my rap sweet pass Jollof
As I pass through,all this
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