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surrounded by molls with whom he is openly
Flirting he is drunk fosco is sober and more
Reserved the croupier spins the
Wheel Glyde collects)

Black twenty six

daughter smile with my son

Live by the gun, die by the gun (gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum

still gon' fold ya
Time to wake up, no folgers
Lines dope but no coca
Sip water, no soda
Came to ball, they can't hold us
Flower bloom then we roll up

Lesley

Ruelle

Psychodrama

2019

to live for
It's been raw, but David, I ain't never been this poor
There's no income, my boyfriend left me
So how the fuck am I going to survive when

the good times when they're there 

And we wonder if I'll live with any lover 
Or spend my life alone 
And the bartender is dozing 
And it's getting time for

slipping
I don't wanna live
I just wanna dream
All of my niggas is locked down chain gang nigga
You don't even know what that mean
You don't even know what

time
Put my hand on the Bible and spin it, I did it
I don't have a reason to lie
Don't even ask about time
You know how I'm coming, you think
I ain't

talk too much (much)
All I wanna do is get my stack up (stacks)
You love it, don't live here, pack up (pack up)
You see that old chestnut? It's

I’ve seen a tragedy or two in my time,
But I seriously can’t decide which is sadder--
Your truck that’s big enough to make up for getting cucked by

survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your

glasses
What's my motivation, that ass is
Start a conversation, like as if
You really want to know about a day in that shit
Go ahead and tell the DJ

The Unlocking

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??!

1995

and respect is the crime 
This, was a set up, now tell me what, what's my name?"

Who are you?
Eh, brother, damn you!
Eh, your Kung-fu is pretty good
Eh,

and respect is the crime 
This, was a set up, now tell me what, what's my name?"

Who are you?
Eh, brother, damn you!
Eh, your Kung-fu is pretty good
Eh,

not all of us born to win (Nope)
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear
(Fuck) they say "Love is love, " nigga
Not around here you niggas on percs

the hay

Rap Rumplestiltskin
Sell a pair of stilts to a midget
Wanna know what my sales pitch is
If you can't reach shit

These'll make you taller little

Pandemonium

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is

be wise and live my life 
After the one who is divine 
Or act upon 
All the sins in my mind
Learn that, time ain't a line 
It's a cycle 
Like the loops

to the same situation every time
Baby, break a line up quick, hit the splits on this dick
Crazy bitch want my kids, gotta lotta daddy issues that I can't fix

cop, bad cop
Answer promptly
Follow me in, at the time
Prisoner
He's mine
Don't be condescending
What is your purpose
What do you want
I can see through

the strides of a knocker
Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka
Took time off to never rhyme soft
My mind's off the grid that I climbed off
I'm live 'til I sign

never had a soul to begin
With I just wanna do my ting no simping
I'm choosy one time I lowered
My standards what the fuck was I thinking

T too loco I

of the lines
Just hoping to find a way I can cope 
With this life for the time I've spent knowing
The lies in design that spin gold 
From lives victimized by

fuck it, you live it to the fullest
The world's your oyster, fuck's sake, stop it, you's a poser

Life is what you make it
Ain't no time for wastin' time