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want stacks by the bundles
I bust a rhymes n son you (Woo hah)
A prodigy bringing havoc
My mobb deep
Run fool
Like D.M.C.
I drop jewels like Ortiz

thrills and fuck bills
They're done with those
Rather pop pills than pay bills for child clothes
And nowadays everyone's
Had an intervention
This

Walk to Work

Virginia Coalition

Rock & Roll Party

2003

of town
It's kinda hard in the city when you got no cash
My girl won't even call me

See I was broken by the man he kept me down
He kept me cold

Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say

Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay

There's just five words to say

Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay

There's just five words to say

the fame
Im here for the cash
See my momma slave away
I dont wanna do that
But all she done for us shit
Im thankful for that
Survival is a must

Born to Be Wild

MC Shan

Born to Be Wild

1988

That voice in my mind taught me one lesson
I was born to be wild, and only suckers be fessin
I knew I had a purpose since the days of a child
I was (born

love me too
Forget these politics
Now in my dreams I'm in the east
Fuck you, I'm Humphrey Bogart
You're Miss Bergman and life is scored like
God is

And I think I'll start by opening the window
Nooooooo! What have you done, my child
Mother! Mother, what's that
Oh, Teresa! Those are the terrible

way
You not in my realm, best give me my space
Say you wanna hunt
Well, I'm gonna chase you, my target, my prey
Trailing behind them, got it on my waist

What u gone do
Push jus went to shove

Bitch I don't smile
Cause ain't shit funny
I done fucked up
It's gettin worse in a hurry
Far from a child 
I ain't

Old Home Filler-Up an' Keep on A-Truckin' Cafe

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog)
We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten

self-abandonment
Find me derelict of a tear or two
I'm well merited
Spoken to my gut by Adonai, yeah
Drink of me and I'll drink of you
Powerful that's some sweet

And firmly shake the hand of anybody
Who would happily congratulate and say
You made it

Ooh, come on child
Because you made it

Blinkin' and to my

in callin' out my name, babе
Like you've nevеr done before
Ain't no use in callin' out my name, babe
I just can't hear you anymore
Well, I'm thinkin'

Red Velvet

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

don't dangle diamonds in the face
Of peasants when he Microsoft'n in the place
You gettin' on my nerves, well I'm gettin' on your case
Consider your

Ms. Jackson

The Vines

X-List

2003

a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her

Old Doc Brown

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

even send out bills
His only ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my home town
Yes, I'm one

just say fare thee well
I ain't saying that you treated me unkind
You could have done better, but I don't mind
You just sort of wasted my precious

blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin

cuz I'm popping' like my collar
And this nina on my lap in case a nigga want a problem
Man I been a troubled child ever since I was a toddler
Mama

where we are
Too intent on getting far
Before the day is done

Oh My Sweet Child
I miss you more and more
But we learn to cheat the miles
Always did

We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out