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had to break the code, and crush my heart now you sipping soda
I can't open up if you don't got the keys
I'm still on the cut so why would I leave
Sick

need to stay back my boy Bobby could be
dying and I ain't trying to take that

no no



trying to hide hoping I escaped that pulled out the cellular

that I learned from my mom now
Pick yo ass up off the ground if you fall down
Better put in work, this ain't a shift that you can call out, all out
I

time Im feeling fine
I think imma live it all up yeah yah
Cuz life can by so fast yeah yah
I sink in my thoughts then hit you up yeah yah
Cuz you wont

'm surrounded by the gang, I can't show no fear
So sick and tired of bitches in my ear
I'm in love with homicide, i'm addicted to the blood
Think I made it clear,

your neck like a medal
On a different level
So I'm not gonna fall 
After time like a petal

I know more than a fraction
I know what I'm attracting
I

niggas at the bottom
They want me to fall like it's autumn
Let off the hollows hit his body make him waddle
He won't live to see tomorrow
I take his bitch

Affect us all
We go insane
I'm just saying
Never delaying
I'm just layin down facts
Cant suppress it all
The higher it rises
The harder it falls
It's by

Cause I'm livid now
And I'm sick of da clown
So I'm taking the pistol and whipping it out
When I aim at your face and I empty the rounds
Till there's one

When the trumpet blow I'm tryna go up
They sick of me gotta' throw up
When I fall down I ain't throwing poll up
I ain't folding up like a fruit roll up

Free Mumia

KRS-One

KRS-One

1995

Wrapped her up like the arms in a be	-boy stance
Recognize moms I'm one of your sons I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin MC's

handle my shit boy I'll come find you 

I'm sick of these niggas who claiming they killing 
I'm running the game and I run up the digits 
You niggas ain't

Shades of Gray

Cry Cry Cry

Cry Cry Cry

1998

left us by the roadside downhearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel, said, "Boys, I'm going home."
So we turned 'round and faced our fate, hung

(Baltimoreeeeeee!)
Plus I praise the Lord so I never have to stress
No Sweat
No Sweat
No Sweat
(What Up Sis) Bro I’m tired of how I’m treated, really sick of it (What

head spin like a drunk Beyblade
Send your girl in my direction I'ma get your babe laid

Wallet so deep it sound like Tay Zonday
Fall for a new bitch

head spin like a drunk Beyblade
Send your girl in my direction I'ma get your babe laid

Wallet so deep it sound like Tay Zonday
Fall for a new bitch

of the house
Got pinned by a modular couch
I'm lost in a crowd
But found an offer
To my coffin in ground
The cops had it down
That I should live in the can
No

mama wouldn't be so clipped
What's worse is I'm the person with the fucking keys
But I'm an asshole
And I will not supply my needs
I been hanging by

lost it all
Bounce back stand tall
Real ones don't talk
This game on lock by me
Why don't you go and see

Uhh; Yeah
Say less, do more
Grind like its

of everyone's home
So we walked away from it all, and we smoked cigarettes to cushion our fall
When the earth dropped away, we went and rode on the storm
And I

of everyone's home
So we walked away from it all and we smoked cigarettes to cushion our fall
When the earth dropped away, we went and rode on the storm
And I

Murder Made Easy

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what?

dey pray

Na money I dey sick (Seek) for
Somebody please and please
Carry me go ubth

We rise by lifting others
Na why I no go let
My G fall (Never)
So

year
Grammy party debonair
I been in that stu so much they built the boy a bed in there
The bars was lining up so much they thought I did a bid in there