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of stress that drives my homeboy to drink
Go full throttle on that yak in a minute not to think
Every single day buying bottles of that Henn
Pick em off one

city
Uh
I let it bang in my city

Still want me to split bars tho
Every minute of the convo
They want to know where the bars go
After 4AM by Wells Fargo

right
Look straight to a bang in the mouth
Man talk greaze, man see man in the flesh
Man's saying, "Please just dead it"
Man talk greaze in the whip,

thundering, louder than before.
Clarinets of eve'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise
a full octave higher than the score. 

Seventy six trombones led the big

Fake yash, doesn't rotate

I been dey bring vibes for a minute but twenty-twenty kept us inside for a minute
Well, I was surprised by the gimmicks when I

Black Market

Weather Report

This Is Jazz, Vol. 10

1996

his neck
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
'Cause if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang,
Five

Highlands

Bob Dylan

Time Out of Mind

1997

maybe take it to the pawn shop?
My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots

pocket
Deliver brick 
Gal a take plane every minute a chip 
A bad gal deh yah so ready fi swing di mattic 
British Gal a spend pound pon fi mi badness
Mi

legislation, i wanna see reparations
Every second not lived
Is an eternity spent dead
Minutes turn into Epochs
I cry as i watch it fly by
Mind under dark matter

every single prisoner that comes
Home just to re-offend
Not for any single dad that left
For every single mum instead
For every trapstar that bangs stars

You know
From Charlie Brown to Brown Charlie
You know what I mean
It’s that smart shit that Prince shit
The tab shit you know what I mean
Big headed

and drankin' Big Moe
And basically get that dough, bro

Northside where the boss ride, every day
I got play outside
Leavin' them haters mouth wide
Can't be

Yeah this faggit's a visitor, I can't wait to get rid of ya
My home ain't your home bitch, I don't know ya signature

And you can't be empowered by every

we be so blind?
This only buss for di revolution
Whoa, Natty Pablo
Boodi-bang-bang-bang (SP)
Yo, yo

See dem ah run out with full clip, so dem

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be

And bragging nearly every time you open your mouth
You think you'll gets the women success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you that stuff is dead

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

hands 
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up 
One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York

Poe Mans Dream (His Vice)

GLC

Section.80

2011

need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour and second, ministers tried
To save me, how I'm gonna listen
When I don't even hear God?

My intuition had said I was
Suited for family ties
My mama is stressin', my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour,

Down Here

Scarface

The Chronicles

2008

I want why'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggas man, that why'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they

Number 2 but you know that I'm never second
I bussed her for a minute that's 60 blessings
Every morning I wake up, get to the fetti
I was right by

grind, no rest at all
Pedal bike, big shank by my testicles
To the trap every minute, I ain't rest at all
College dropout
Plus I never done my best in

Counting the minutes
Who am I kidding
No I'm not quitting
I'm learning to live it
Every second that goes by
I learn to cherish my life
It may be my

be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane