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I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting

Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down

The men and the legends, fallen heroes up in heaven
I took a couple seconds to appreciate my blessings
I used to struggle heavy, now the income

the streets bro
Cant die, life a motherfucking cheat code
But if i die young ill be the hero
Prove me wrong, kill me, name will never die
And i ain't leaving

And through his teeth, he can devour seven days out of his week
And to the people he will preach until his baby's born breached
See what I mean is that we're

all in my genes
Young MaK7
Young MaK7
Am a super fly version of my dad
Casanova genes all over my body
Big dreams homie I don't need a boss
Ake gopole

I motherfucking die
I'm picking up the beat
I'm starting to slur my speech
I just wanna rhyme but running outta time
7 Seconds less or my name wasn't

It was second grade and at recess we played chase
By 5th grade I knew that I had found my wife
The one that I wanted to spend my life
But in junior

(hustlin)
i feed by (hustlin)
ima g by (hustlin)
all day

[x5]
until the day i die
i will live my life
ima hustle
ima ball
until the wheels fall off
i will

and a project
But none of y'all would really care until I'm laying in a coffin

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in

is cyber, I came from the bottom 
Right by the soil right where the rose came
I'm too private to try to expose lames
And I'm too violent to be

Tears for the Sheep

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

(yeah)
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it

MONEY DREAMS BUY
Prayer ain't working, tired of looking to sky
Living so poor tired of always asking why
Barely getting by
This ain't how he wanna die

everyone by either making it or dying young

If I die tonight
Would you be alright
Would you be ok
Or would it haunt you everyday
If I die tonight
I wonder

[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I

a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted.

I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because
we exhaust natural resources forced into wars,
restoring

are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die"

And even though it was seven years before
It was something the Clash would do
Peel

Starin' Through My Rear View

2Pac

Gang Related [Original Soundtrack] [Clean]

1997

a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's

Murder by Numbers

Tattoo Ink

Realm of Crime

2005

In a fraction of a second I'll go all out
It's when you're on one, that Conejo's necessary
The cd on repeat till you die in your sleep

Murder was

Make'm Bleed

Fiend

Ghetto Organized

1998

nerves, compressions and by the bird 
You ain't heard, on the one seven them niggas do dirt 
And I bet my serve occur y'all felt my every word 
When I

planned out my life, but I'm rippin' through the tape
I looked into a mirror, and I saw what's at stake
18 in the game, God said I had to wait
Wait until my

It's that broken motherfucker, knuckling until I relapse
If I die they might cry until they inherit my stacks, uh
Cold fucking world, tell me what's

that three-fifty-seven or that Mini-Mack eleven
I remember back in nine-teen ninety-four
When everyone started growing their crop
Went from throwing

Deck of Cards

Bill Anderson

The Best of Bill Anderson

1991

When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man

to die"
Down by the greenwood sidie-o
"Seven years a fish in the flood"
Oh, the rose and the linsie-o
"Seven years a bird in the wood"
Down by the greenwood