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It hurts worse when I'm back in town|Seems like everybody asks about|How we are, where you been||Like today in the checkout line|Tried to act like I

company's yo medicine
All you need is music influence and plus adrenaline
Fifty yard line the ball is mine and I ain't hesitant
That classic attack will have

(Like A setting sun when no more)
Got high on the 50 yard line
Gops showed up and got fined
They chased us round the ben
We sat on the hill at night time

joy better come to me quick
It's in the far side
Guard my love with the strength
Of any guard by blocking what is rushing to hit from any yard line
I

could help you speak the secret language
But every time we make it to the one-yard line
You fumble the ball
And every time I say that I won't cross that

On the fifty yard line with speed or I can Sputter.
I'm doing me I'm certified with a key,
If your wondering and blundering that mean you ain't me.
Yea,
I'm

fucker I'm with it
I went from flipping the funny
And coming up in my city
To on the fifty yard line
Popping shit like I'm Diddy
Did he hit him a line?
Man

the ball
Now a nigga tote the glock
Yard lines turned to Lines onna Bottles when he pour up the wok
Trynna stay up off the block
Got legit and punched

like da super bowl 
Gotta win a ring
Gotta protect my peace 
U can't have my energy 

V1. 
1st and goal 
We on da 50 yard line 
We gone smash it in

the hard times
We to the top now it's fuck all of you 'cause it's our time
If we touching down then we using ya bodies for yard lines
Up who above if he stay

on the brink of extinct, while you grows old (Grows old)
I be sipping drinks, at the Linc, or the Rose Bowl
Fifty yard line, I'm in it (I'm in)
You be dying

the park you can take it to the stars shine
You at the fifty yard line
Haters wanna block you from your end zone
Once again it's on
Just gimmie da ball going

No Said Date

Masta Killa

No Said Date [Bonus DVD]

2004

line-for-line
Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line
Long time, man for dead
Should've been, put one in his head
Before the poison spread to the body
Partly done,

Numbers

Jason Michael Carroll

Numbers

2011

of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything

John 3:16, the fab four,
The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,
9/11, the dirty

Team|Wakin' up the Grey Cup Team||Now when its scrimmage time, at the two yard line,|We bulldoze into score.|Then the kicker kicks, and it's over the sticks|And

Chiefs kingdom 
Yea chiefs kingdom 
Tomahawk chop 
For the chiefs kingdom
 
I hit the yard line 
Its ball time
Its our time 
To take
50 years in the making

quarter at the 40 yard line
I cant rest until I make a touchdown
I came in to win ain't
nobody touching my crown
If I gotta, lay the ops down
Choppa singing

Taught to rape and pillage on the 20 yard line

Poor kid on a stormy beach

(Intercom gloating)

just imagine when I graduate
And find time to work all day
Without the pressure
Of being a scholar

I'll make leaps like running backs
On the one yard

on the one yard line gettin high

in the middle of the night
Get drunk on some 50-yard line
Let's head on over to the fishing docks
Say something sweet with that southern drawl
Make me

I fumbled the rock when I got to the one yard line
Could've made my mind reprobate
But you didn't let me go
Don't wanna live my life separate
You gave

50 yard line seats at Buckeye football games
Took our brand new motor home to the Olympic games
Outside looking in, it seemed that everything was great

in the 1 or 2 yard line
Hit the hole like Bettis, flow restless 
Biggest thing in America, like Texas
Bet this time around, they get they timing down