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It goes one for the weather
Two for the trees
Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds
I don't have a job cause
I'm employed by the streets
I make

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my

Tribute to the Martyrs

Steel Pulse

Sound System: The Island Anthology

1997

dem deh, Heh
When Martyrs died they save our lives
They had an early grave
Sacrifice has taken place
For the chosen race heh
(2) Which part dem gone

the double dutch You’d think that I had two ropes
And I can tell by your face that you Know
I’m bout to blow up, grenade, Bruno
Let a nigga front on me, doggie

sounds) a one, two

Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My

anymore)
Love don't live here anymore
(Love don't live here anymore)

Two strangers in love so much yesterday
United now only by pride (ain't it a pity)
Live

a beautiful place
Sky was full of stars
Where she was looking at
All the ground, under her hands
There were small, shining, colourful stones
She shouldn't

make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers

woah
I live that, I live that, I live that, woah
Live dat, every neighborhood in my zip
See the pain hid under eyelids
Screams drowned out by the sirens

up around 2 Pac’s they were all on death row
Yes my brasse ran from the police and the metro’s
And if there’s a little shoot out do like Jhon and get

me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in

Two
Two
You rather type it than live it
Shit been on my mind for a minute

The neighborhood hero but feel like a villain
Way shit playing out would

under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good

I used to want

the seal, and I cannot be evicted from the night
My heart is only open
Days go by, like mirrors whisper things we should have done
Close your eyes, two

A cute girl walked by me I said nothing fuck I dropped the ball man
Thats more awkward than standing next to my proffessor in the urinal stall aye
I don't

on 

Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros

Call me a crook but i live by a code

If i do dirt do that shit on my own 

And if i get caught gotta walk it

Money Dance

The-Dream

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private jets what this nigga's worth

No girl under ten
No whip under

tellin'
In his mind he indicted a felon

Every day is like hide and seek
If I lock down two in the mornin'
Tell me by night why I see three
Dottin',

Under Pressure

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who

late 
under street lights 
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
 shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
 under them

rush 2

In the city of lights, heartbeats ignite
As the clock strikes twelve, we come alive come alive
Lost souls seeking thrill, adrenaline's high
We're

Hahaha, come on

One by one (yeah), two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down

Lord have

You're the creator of the gods and the whores of the Babylon
Most just want your money but one or two will kill you for a song

Singing to the drifter