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going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm

I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no

Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me 
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'

Medicated

Juicy J

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

gotta take it
'Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from
Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my

sickness
That's some ridiculous sick shit

And police commit crimes in the name of justice
Ain't no way McCarthy could ever have touched this
Cops using race

fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically

(Yeah) (Uhh)
On my way up I fell down (I did)
When I was low you were no where around (Damn)
Burnt a bridge thought I'd drown (Sike)
Tables turned

Unforgettable

Young Jeezy

Thank Me Later

2010

of right now
Never forgettin' from where I came
And no matter where I'm headed, I promise to stay the same
I'm just

I'm just ridin' 'round the city

to the end of
The road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead

ribbon back
To where the streets have no name
Erase the darkness written on each sign
Take back our words and turn them all to lies
Turn back time

Stop

Speakerbox

Wiley

Speakerbox

2017

That's where we are right now, fam
And like everyone in your crew is just like, tunnel vision
It's family, it's what we care about or nothing
Like

of the streets
And depending what I'm paying
I could send 'em where you laying
Body snatcher jumping out the Renault
With it in his hand
Had to take a few trips

game at models

The shit that I'm doing now couldn't imagine doing years ago
Was in high school ain't have no job but I'm rapping now
Ain't like to talk

Blacks Magic

Salt-N-Pepa

Blacks' Magic

1990

obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours

Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no

wanna leave you
No names I been trained from a killa
Loyalty is everything netta Gang go gorilla
Hustler still a hit ya clip up a dead nigga won't be my

daughter
I love you, daddy back to the Cicada
So now we have the man who never misses
Where'd you put him?
Let's just say i put him in a
Hole and threw away

Dry County

Bon Jovi

Keep the Faith

1992

You can't help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here than anybody's known
Now I packed up on my

running us down
Coz no more biker down
No more biker down
No more biker down
No biker down

Names we have here
Involving bikers down at this moment 
cre

name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm

I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store.  I was already by then a couple years deep into

Fourth of July

The Alchemist

Essential Underground Hip-Hop, Vol. 2

2005

form of pain

I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where

helped
Wish I picked up the phone
I was chasing one more high as your spirit returned home
Just wish I could see your face
Show you where you could have

it's sum bout Me that she find so distinctive
Ain't no stepping on this side
How tf you gone talk that street Shit to the pavement
Give my youngin