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leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

to get your head wrapped
Skull shot, bald spot
You'll never grow ya dreads back
Yo this nigga dead Smack
Don't stop the fight
If you Hulk Hogan leg drop

to breathe
There's no second chance when
You're beckoned by me
Three is a crowd but I just want more
Four like Wendy's Four For Four!
Five, like Skullhoney

a MAC-10
I don't think I'm high till I done threw back by my 5th 10
I don't wanna talk, I'm just waitin' on it to kick in
It's halftime, we gon' see who

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

I
Didn't mean to
But I got you
Wrapped around my finger
I
Don't usually fall
But I'd risk it all
Just to be with you
This feels like I'm going under

The Hard Way

JT the Bigga Figga

Don't Stop Til We Major

1996

heard the song, so mind your own mane
And you'll be fine and you be cool
And all you young brothas, you better stay in school
Quit runnin around tryin

the fire
And nigga watch your mouth
Flying G 5's when I’m in the clouds
Porsche 911 when I’m on the ground
See me on the scene all I talks paper
Buying all

4, 5, 6

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

break em up
Two ? and a pound-cake (";Yeah nigga, wake em up!";)
Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz
Start brawlin, because I see

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

Weird Al Yankovic

Straight Outta Lynwood

2006

well, well, that'll be five eighty two"
I turn around to my wife, and say
How much have you got on you?

She just rolls her eyes and says
"I'll pay for

laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

tried to touch me I punched him in his lap
Five years old bout four years old something like that
Yea I got bats around my house in real time yea it's

presence
Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dawg you'll

Into silence and consequential denial of my intelligence for the sparing of your own
Five
Get deep
For the sake of simply showing how stupid people

to close them
World's bigger than us now, dear
Arms wrapped around me
The hills swallow the trust out here
Closed off surroundings
Hazel tears line your eyes

Magnus Carlsen

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

We out here killin' each other, but so what?
Keep it up and there's gon' be no Crips and no Bloods
Nigga, take a look around, the crack game has

from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers
On a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest
In your high ride to the hitlist
If we ain't spoke in ages
Then

made of red clay

Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so

of doubting
That this could ever be anything
Picket fencing, but I'm just venting
So this the second side of therapy
Ain't nobody there for me
Staring

Let's Talk About

Eve

Let There Be Eve...Ruff Ryder's First Lady [Clean]

1999

down, Drag's probably not around
So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name

insane
Why'd you wait outside my window when it's getting cold?
Why'd you reach your icy fingers down to touch my soul?
Why'd you wait in the pouring rain

talking slick, all out of pocket
Now you checking if your eyeball's in it's socket
Bang zoom sent you to the moon without a rocket
Tried to tell you five

straight and let him know you just my homie bro
But he still wanna hit
He aint listen
Hypnotize a nigga by the way my eyes glisten 
Have me wrapped around