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to stay
Got me thinkin' will I ever
Put this gun away
No, I'm just tryna stay alive and survive
Through the rain and the fire
All this pain in my eyes
Wrote

Comin For Ya Head

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable

Knock it out the park (gone)
Tell 'em batter up
Big speaker, do what you can't

Five million, all hunnids, I shut down the bank (facts)
You know I'm

digit
Money can't buy happiness, Fuck you,
mi prefer fi rich
What is legacy if
Money Nuh deh deh fi mi kids?
Weh den ago pay di bills with, daddy

It's the only thing I'm good at
Don't know how to put it
But I got my foot in way
Too deep to turn around
Sick of being wound up in this little town

When you're in my arms I feel it
Life on earth as it is in Heaven
That eternal bliss breaking hearts on a regular
'Cause they can't contend my loyalty

with equal range
And seasons change
They reasons change
Responsible with this choppa cause my Daddy had me at the gun range

Watch those around you
Keep

clear so I can be there, put you in my arms
It's okay to Let out them tears girl 

I been digging the vibe n really waited too long
I should've been made

C'mon make peace with your demons
Homie put down the gun
Silence is compliance
So quit biting your tongue

I can tell jus by the look in your eye
That you

can't move my legs or arms
On a Boy Scout hiking trip this vision dawned
Spawned replays in my head like a jumbotron
Day after day, month after month

our breath in chili's sound, can't breathe 
but common wind and rose water of some women  
named rosewoman? if you want the feel of musical  
fume, but

no one got stopped by police
I'ma tell you only one time that pussy was coughin'
You already know he tryna put me in a coffin
I’m already tired

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

Ughh ughh yeah 
This is Beanie Seigel 
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap 
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas 
You know how you

A Queens Story

Nas

Life Is Good [Deluxe Edition]

2012

they put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me,

my fan
It fell from where you put it in the window
I clean your pots n pans
You go telling I'm not someone you care for
It's tearful
We all call you

success, you can't be fuckin' around
Ghetto life, I swear to God, it feel like jungle life
You got gunpowder on your hands, tryin' to wash it off

Back Like That

Ghostface Killah

More Fish

2006

get a nigga back like that, no!

I'm high power put Eva Mendez to sleep
That bitch been on my mind all week
But back to you Mac gloss chick, you way

get a nigga back like that, no!

I'm high power put Eva Mendez to sleep
That bitch been on my mind all week
But back to you Mac gloss chick, you way

VERSE 2
I still go down that road that goes by your house
To see if maybe you came back to town
But you're never there it's just a dead end turn around

and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out

in the moment like I said in the past
Keep your eyes on the prize, but keep this in mind
While you go through your days, you can’t buy time
So make

but I see fine, you looking shook now
See you like how he don't speak
Let me hear you say it one more time
I put my foot down on your face you ain't

pause time. so I keep the memories inside my archives.

 I be dolo with it, but I got mob ties. I got pistols and I got some guns LeBron size. you riding

to Lopez

Take away your breath till there’s lung necrosis
Now welcome to the jungle like Guns N’ Roses

Flow grows on you, like keratosis
Home’s on Mars,