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Where did you see yourself in ten years, was it right here
Or did you have fear, of being judged by your peers
Or maybe there’s a jury that can sentence

It must be where the goodie-goodies live
Thinkin' that they too good to
Give candy to little kids
I'm not little or a child by any means
But I brought

rap you go run laps 'round these new niggas
Chale none of that really matters
Cut it like a lumberjack
You understand? 
Lomi

Yeah
Me I no dey like

Hitting the bottle
So you know where I've been
Straight to the bottom of the devil that I'm in
Cut all ties and telephone lines
Been losing old

Hitting the bottle
So you know where I've been
Straight to the bottom of the devil that I'm in
Cut all ties and telephone lines
Been losing old

Riding by myself, I don’t where I wanna be
Sometimes I talk to others but then we be arguing
I’m not good at small talk and I suck at bartering
So I

on the stairs
Blissfully unaware
That he's speaking rather loudly and more than just Sam can hear him say
"When tomorrow was today", spill a soliloquy
Sam cuts

probably hoping that I cut you some slack

And that wouldn't be so bad
If I didn't have to eat
But if I catch sleep in the shower
I can maybe get an hour

Built This City

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

Vultures that will scope and feed you, no court just leave you
Shit you know

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It's like what I wouldn't do for a buck
My enemies

Cut the grass low & watch 
The snakes show
When you're down in the dark 
And don't know 
You've gotta aim high 
When life feels so low
Everybody's got

that make us bleed

Within this hollow frame
Refrain from abiding by rules
That got us here in the first place
Now the only way out
Is to let all be

Ooh, yeah
Yeah
I'm on that again, yes I am
I did it again, yeah, for the fam
I switched up now, I cut my fam
No asking for stuff, the meter gram
But

like the hunger games
We some lions in the jungle get in our way get put up on that food chain
In these streets its no peace its something like a war

last place 
Look in the mirror and I just see my dad face 
No wonder why it’s harder to wake up
My dawg did it all for a pay cut 
And all of sudden she

Jump

Mystikal

Murda Murda

2001

left bitch I rapped it off
You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off
What in the fuck is you thinkin?
You can't do shit if you

Out I'm hoppin', and I'm walkin', soul coppin', no more talkin'
Sure life is breezy, but you're never sleeping easy
Just dreaming of the day when I wake

it last
Sorry if I'm moving fast
I don't care about your past
Even if it is unhealthy

By myself Im rich but together we'll be wealthy
Lets buy some

to me?
I thought you were my best friend
'Cause I know that they don't cut your back
Text and I won't answer, get on read
Don't play with my emotions, I'm

boy gang acres
Make hay when the sun shines write rhymes
Ey D that's fire get the three stripes
Cut ties go rouge like Sasuke
Come back to save yall

even a crip, my blood flow better
Its easy to switch when you got no feathers
Some of ya dont get some things fo ever
Recognize niggas got to strategize

Yeah, They don't got the vision to see
Yeah, I never that shit bother me
I'm riding with no hands, moving free
I got fans on the low and I got shows soon

and
Pray to God I beat the charge
Flip that boy with two Dracos like
A lil' bitch in a ménage
Line him up, send a bitch, hundred shots
Cut the clip
He worked

through his eye
Pulled by strings 'till he's sewn into the grave
I hear the call no more
(Consumed we're caged)
Caged in the nihil we dream outside
(Lay

your old haunts in Camden, they don't shine for you no more
You bring it on home
You bring it on home