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mind goin crazy
Focused onna grind
Hope these demons
Dont come take me
Money on my mind
Think it changed me
You been telling lies u cant fake me
When i

the Air
Hands in the Air mean a bitch going down she ain't fair
Hands in the Air
Take another life bring strife if you fight for a share
Hands in the air

Tha Bullet

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

Travel through his heart, ricochét off the nearest bone
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone
Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me

My Jacket

Soulja Slim

The Streets Made Me

2001

the street to the cell block

[Verse 1]
You bitchu
Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu
My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu
In half, let a bitch

Mr Brown

Bob Marley

Blunted in the Backroom

2005

to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by

a lifetime for the right time 
When u arrive I felt so alive 
I waited a lifetime for the right time 
The right time 

Take me back to the Nola 
To the Nola

Boutta tap in wit bro
She can't even talk through the phone
How you gon' do it when I'm home?
I can see they scared like crows
Take one then we fly

that will ride or die pull a trigga 
(for you)tek a bullet (for you) you got a soldier by your side.

Cuz a real woman stands beside her man
and no

My Friend

Jimi Hendrix

The Cry of Love

1971

to say

Well I'm riding through L.A ha
On a bicycle built for fools 
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say "you don't look the way you usually

Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?

I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see

Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl

a soul
You can have everything and nothing, still nobody knows
There's a reason why the doves will never fly with the crows
Chapters eventually closed,

nigga
Call this shit sugar and spice 
If it bubble ima double up twice
I done been grazed once by ah bullet i ain't goin for that shit Na nigga not twice

TorcH

ScHoolboy Q

Blank Face LP

2016

the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood

for my Dwags
I'ma fight like a boss
We be blowing some commas
We be blowing some commas
So let them by gods be by gods
I got bullets by your guns

better
Come take a walk with the devil
Toting this metal
Bullets get hot as a kettle
Leaving the scene of a shooting I'm fucking the pedal
Certain shit you

before

I take a gun
Pull the trigger
Send the bullet
Into your head

One
Now all the hope for you is gone
Two
After death your life starts anew
Three
By

silence with me
Running to nowhere
Cold shadows at our heels it's no fair
When a bullet in the plaster's
Just another way to say sorry

And I know what you

Thin Blue Flame

Josh Ritter

The Animal Years

2006

crying on his hands and his knees
Back in the peacetime he caught roses on the stage
Now he twists indecision takes bourbon for rage
Lead pellets

and Fosters
Can’t take showerman for Pocahontas

Skepta, you're not immaculate
You're not elegant
You got messed up hormones
Like you're pregnant
Yeah, you

that shit is so worth it
My heart cold but for you my love like a furnace
I want what i want cuz i earned it
I fly by in a black whip i'm bro's wit da

Im just trynna succeed

Use my fists don't need no weapon cuz the fed in my sight  and if you wanna swing some weapons that's for you to decide
I Gotta

The questions you ask, for whom do we die?
We die for the glory we love
Every father that awaits and the mother's cry
The thunder will strike above

Stained by

I know them killers they steady be rushin 
Barely even flirting I got her all blushing 
Take her back to the crib n you know I be crushing 
I got her