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of this just may be a symptom (yeah)
Of havin' way too much income (mmm)
But when you struggled every day just to get some (yeah)
Now all of this hate is

Niggas

I hustle to the muscle
Like am hunched to the struggle
So I can't be strangle
By the bill that has pied up
So look up
For there's beauty in

Walk Away

Indigo Girls

Indigo Girls/Strange Fire/Nomads Indians Saints

1998

baby) 
But now you feel that you've got nothing left
If there's nothing to lose babe
Ah babe don't you know by now
Then there's nothing to gain
Ah no

I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help

I've sat in silence for far too long
At all the pain passing by
I've always said that it wasn't my fight
But was standing by ever right?
I wanna help

think I’m goin’ too
There’s people sleeping on the streets
It could make a blind man cry
And all of this and so much more 
when a horse came riding by

and the feelings
You caring too much 'bout to have you losing touch out here
Time's getting rough out here
The last days comin'
Ain't the type to bluff out here
Pree

and the fame,
cll of that gon' be in vain,
Man, This is not a game
When you gon' gain the whole world, how much would you gain?
ct the very end you gon' lose your

Been done stung you So much hate up in these streets
Got me thinking who love you
Shooting ain't got to gain
They just want a little name
Do it for

Wasn't Your Fault

Snoop Dogg

Paid tha Cost to Be da Bo$$ [Clean]

2002

the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
That's my boo, it's all about who she did and where she been
I love you, you

to lose, so much to gain
We Proving anythings possible mane
I'm wid it
Feelin wicked
Ya we winnin
Feelin wicked
Ya I'm all about the bag
And we winnin
Drip

Family Tree

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Or leave it colored like a tie dye

Fight my demons muay thai
If lose then bye bye
Even if i fight right
My case fucked by the zeitgeist

Always tryna make

too much
Get a little too buzzed and think
Think you can sing good
Take it too far
And think you're Bruno Mars
And end up knocked out
By a bouncer

ningekuwa nime lose track
Kuna a lot singeweza handle my mind haikuwa ime grow this much
Si Bitch about my life ku solicite for sympathy
Kuna times ata ma G

I smoke too much ganja
Marijuana
I roll with fonto but I'll take the graba
Indica, indica
Pop me some edibles an be high tomorrow
Yeah
Everywhere I go

I'm tired of dancing in the rain
So tired of falling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Right now I'm crashing
I took too much damage

the riches to get stitches for the scars I got plenty bitch

I cannot let it go shorty knows I gotta reign
I got too much to lose but I got a lot to gain
Fuck

male in a skimask
But I'm too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate

fake
All these bitches be fucking fake
Self-worth too much
For these fucking cheapskates

How you shade an eclipse bitch
Walk right by like ya don’t

I'm slight with the ways I sell the whole truth
Covered by the scent of too much perfume 
Nothing to allude to missing virtues 
I'da curse you 
With

My heart it done taken some damage
Bit too much by my lonesome to manage
Even though what happened was tragic
I be thinking I'm overdramatic
Yet I

even complain
I show up to work on my 9 to 5 with so much shit on my brain 
With everything I could lose and not so much I can gain 
Begging people for