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street drug jive

"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my

some real ones by my side
Let's go

Two more bitches
Two more Swishas, tell em two more cups 
And two more bands, to make em dance 
Bust it open gotta

aint trying to make y'all dance
I aint tryna
I aint trying to make y'all dance
Fuck that
I aint trying to make y'all dance
I aint tryna
I aint trying

Marcos)
Wanted a war to be off of the shores, on course to Vietnam
Generation scars that kill the songs inside of my shamanism heart
Taking my prayers

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

the battle wars, a thousand one push-ups
Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders
Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard
Watch what you pray

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

the battle wars, a thousand one push-ups
Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders
Risin', chargin' hard from the point guard
Watch what you pray

writing
And you can hear Mizz Beats is focused
Like I used to be, music's food to me
What can you prove to me
I'm still moving free thousand unit's
All my

that healthy
I could cry a thousand tears
If shit wasn't useless
I could tell you how I feel
And we might get through this
All you needed was my love
Why

cry a thousand tears
If shit wasn't useless
I could tell you how I feel
And we might get through this
All you needed was my love
Why you acting all

can even clean that!
Given all your meek raps
I see why you speak jack
I’d have better bones to pick by debating
"Uh uh uh uh" feat sans
All generations

Roots in Stereo

P.O.D.

Testify

2006

Now dance your way back to Zion
(Dance your way back to Zion) 

I put it down for you love, till my journey is done
And let your story be told how

treat you too right, Tell you I do like 
A thousand times, You're worth a thousand rhymes
For you babygirl, I'll do a thousand crimes
Yeah I'll change my

twenty twenties
They start today
I sign my name
I woke up first, to cold embrace
The City desolate and soon erased
But in the here and now I'm fine
Make

a hunnid heads
Made 20 thousand off top
That's a butter spread
Then get the baking man dropped how
Much I love the bread
You know my youngin caught a opp
You

games I ain’t neva been a fan/
You was neva in my plans/

(Hook)
We both laying down in a bed full of tears/
Hopin that the phone ring, phone by our ear/

Going hard for a reason 
To better myself each season
Accelerate the transition
I want to show you my vision
I want to lead a generation
I want to do what

Need you by my side
Can't shake this feeling
Look I could paint a thousand pictures but my eyes still on you
Know we on a break I just hope that we

them, hey, we will teach them
All about the guy who first is down but then he lies
what he is to you, he's a part time sucker

Among thousands

was fucking with the truth
Making babies by the dozen
I ain’t fucking with no youth
I don’t like my generation
I’d rather cross words than cross fit
Use

of you oh, uh oh 

Here, I am layin' next to you
Tryna breakthrough, your wall
By wanting to hold you tight
In my arms, without a harm 

The sky's glowing

me

I will make it through hell to be your side
There is nothing that will stop me, my bride
My dear, my love, my life

Where the shadows dance

that shit on a fuckin' train
What kind of shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let me write for you
Son, my shit is

Been Around the World

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

that shit on a fuckin' train
What kind of shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you
Son, my shit is

enforce it with
The force that's lethal
Make you wanna grab a gun and
Throw the all black gear on
Head to congress exercising
Your constitutional right