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were dreamers, rebels in our youth
Did our fantasies obscure the bitter truth
Why do you turn your head when those boys walk by
Try looking me
girl faded
The tiger's wife
A frenzied love
Hot climate
Twisted passions
Flesh parade
Dead ahead
A world so wide
Big river love camp
The house
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
the black and eat at the rest
And that's probably what we're gonna do

And from what I understand
He's just some boy with a band
But when I walked by
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap

You tried so hard to please me, you have me on your list
Just one more
its all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside, every wrong done
Will be alright, nothin' but peace, love n street passion
Every ghetto needs
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
pullin' the trigga
Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion
So you target in the distance and keep on blastin'
They say guns don't kill people,
So when I strike man
You'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga
Even a child could take a life
comprehend
I'll keep rappin' to the very end
And if you call me fake I'll say so what? 
I got you standin' and noddin' like you just shot up
so boy
Remember at the beach we brought the sheets
We were harassed by police
Good thing we didn't go too deep
Everywhere we be the passion in me just screams
I
(They wanna see alot of me)
So I hate when I talk to my boy from penn and he aks
Like "cuz you've forgotten me"
I aint got time to shit,let alone
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!

Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out 
Ouch! 

[Rick Ross] 
Bitch I got money too 
"Trilla" album comin' soon
years
Tryin' not to get blown away

See I ain't never shot nobody but I'm known for fightin'
So when I strike man you'll think you been struck by
Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats
manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats
Boy it's never going south 'less we down in
your look 
He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook 
Flash the lights, pull to the right 
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy
So when I strike man
You'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga
Even a child could take a life
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
My next day say I'm 30 so the time right
I do alotta flexin yeah I be puttin on
I guess that's that's the reason why you boys be hatin on
I'm known
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
couldn't make this shit right
Word on the street every body want to do him
>From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin'
Anybody get