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where I'm at, so
Welcome to my funeral
Heartbreak mixed with drugs done put me in this place
Welcome to my funeral
Bitch I'm in my happy place
Welcome

Intro

Sheek Louch

After Taxes

2005

[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day

Intro

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)

2001

[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day

Welcome to Statues where these Hip-Hop hits will never stop
The team is The Collective with the ball we'll never drop
This is Set in Stone we got

the titanic 
Tired of constantly being late sick of this traffic 
So stressed can't find a parking place 
Running back and forth to class trying to set the pace

it live
It's hard considering all we have to face
In the fast pace culture divided
By class and race
Reality checks are like a slap in the face
And got

gathered here today
Welcome to your new home, welcome to Headspace
I lay awake in the night, and watch the shadows pass me by
Eyes that never disappear,

in your place (place)
They hating on all of my songs yeah I don't know what can I say
They throwing shots but I'm saved by his grace (grace)
God is

Pop a tab see a portal tab
Run this shit like rick and morty
Time shifts man its falling
Eyes closed i ignore em uh
But the vision keeps on calling

Legs giving out I'm singing this song
I can't get away from the pace everyday everyday
And I see the youth melting away
Kids are adults by the time

Buy three, get some shit free
That you don’t need in the first place
Kindly you remind me
How we’re blindly feeding this craze
By now, should’ve somehow

baptized
The evangelist yelled about the lights and the beers
Said, White, you can't save any souls in here
This place ain't nothing but a den of sin

welcome in this place
We long to see your face
Jesus
Let our hearts become your throne
In our worship feel at home
We're crying out as one
Welcome
Where

loaded Glock
But don't know the weight of a GPA
They're used to their dreams
Being shot down
Welcome to the American Basketball Court system
The place

been on it full throttle
Don't wanna come last, I'm winning this race
And I promise you that I'll keep up the pace
I'ma go grab us a bottle, and grab you

"Ali Baba"

*Violent J*
(while saying the following backwards
"apocolypse, Kadesh, the judge
Kadesh, Egypt, carnival, the pyramids
Stonehenge, this

I know you're good for it, Barack, but Joe..
I know you're good for it, Barack, but Joe..
G-spot, shawty, you know that I break her back in
G-lock,

Yeah
Aye
Said you gotta know that time is a race
You only get one chance for first place
Just set a good pace and maintain ya own lane
Yeah
Said you

My Bad Side

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you

Joe
Red mirage ain't gonna fool us, there's no voter fraud, so
That's right, I was in the shitty place
Right wing, had a poor mental state
MAGA, that

pace
All telling themselves this isn't a race, and slowing
So I'm giving em chase
Forever frozen in place is this grin on my face
The laughing stack is

the light never dies
Torn at the seams
Sewn up by our dreams

Welcome to Brighton

There's a place you can play
In your heart it will stay
Have  no fear

the bull by the french horns and
Heralding a new day is played out
Kid with a high top fade
Ain't no way he gonna be outdid
And if it's like this and
That

Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than