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ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me

in the name of God
In the godless world we live in
We can kiss and hug fucking pull the plug
On this war on drugs
Yeah
On this war on drugs
Yeah we can

they not real, they not here for me, my nigga, huh
I put my gun down, I cry every night for the ones laid down

I sit and I view, lookin' down in my

Overwhelmed by big thoughts
Sometimes I sit criss cross until My knees hurt

Bumping hip hop like my job
I don't need work, I got you
In this verse, in this

MY HEAD SWELL

SO I FEEL LIKE I'M A GODDESS ON EARTH

I THINK ABOUT DEATH ONLY WHEN I'M NOT WELL

I WANNA BE READY BEFORE YOU RING THAT BELL

DON'T

That would only ever boost my pride
And tell me everything I do is never justified
I'd start expecting more
Testing the lord and professing I belong in

won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up
'cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gon' solve nothin'

Why They Wanna Wish Death

Master P

Good Side, Bad Side

2004

[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,

thing

I never thought I'd get political
But life and my city right now is just so critical
Man, it's a war zone in my backyard
Why gettin' justice gotta

crying within
There's a war in the streets
And we been dying to win
Til' Valhalla my brother
Til' I see you again
We were just smoking & joking
Now you

Don’t judge idioro holyyy …. Chacha 

Ye ye 

Bad girl 
She ah know 
Me I no come to play 

She be riding on my D 
Nigga no come to flert oo 

Na no

of endangered times
What's going on

Nelly Furtado
Ah tell me
What's going on in the world today
I'd rather be dead
Then turn my head away
we got this first world

conquered by a villain
Knowing deep inside I ain't interested in living
Knowing deep inside I can't live without my children
Let's go to war
Let's go to war

around

Can't walk a hundred miles, you couldn't fit in my shoes
You wanna run me down? I'm on the path that I choose
You try to judge me now? I don't got

wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on,

speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in

Cold War

Styx

Kilroy Was Here

Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

I'm tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you

family do major things
Ann seen the other struggle always have me feel like Ian do enough
Come up in this party ian here wittout my pole cuz it don't

EastSide baby's in this bitch
She said, judging by your lingo I can Tell that you're a Crip
I said fuc the judge and D.A cuz I Never gave a shit
I just blew

I'm finally on level ground
I'm tryna change, but in my head it's sounds
Telling me I can be El Chapo instead of Kevin Liles
Freestyle for Clue, I

trapped inside my head
And when I finally wake up
All these thoughts they keep on following
I give it all to god
Screaming
I'm ready
This a war cry, (War

Up North Trip

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be

You take my money and you already got enough
You live big so take your fucking hands off
You laugh a lot with your friends out in the hallways
Not

 clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war
I got the mack for that
Run off with some work
 and get your head cracked for that

Nigga if a nickel bag sold in