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to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by

scared of me
Scared
That some third world problems you ain't know
You ain't know
That some third world problems you ain't know
You ain't know
That some

Pay the way music
I see you
Yea yea yea
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye

Pay the way music
I see you
Yea yea yea
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye on zoom
Third eye third eye

knock on that door
Don't, don't, don't knock on that door
Don't, don't, don't knock on that door
What happened on the thirty-third floor
Is not up to ever

bad love
Ain't that that that bad
Love ain't so bad when you play in my curls
Love ain't so bad when you buy me the world
Love ain't so bad when you

World Wide Mob Figgaz

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me

World Wide Mob Figgaz

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me

lit
Guess who's coming to dinner?
Andre 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure
I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just to pet and feed

Jimmy Iovine

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm

dance when they sitting right here
Getting frigid I walked up in here
I just wanna throw all my ice in the air
They ain't giving it out
They ain't giving

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

I see the world thru my third eye
I know the whole game fake but wake up and strive
To handle business
I can't keep giving these people my time
Same

defeated me
So what's left, I'm picking up the pieces
Hoping renewed virtues come with a new season

cs the world goes by
I stand still, continue to inhale

ain't heard the news
Jesus Christ died so that you'd be free ay

We migrate as the bridesmaids, uh
To the altar of the Lord giving high praise, yuh
I'm

living ain't right  
And for that Jewish money I will start the fourth right
Knifes that's a understatement 
Act dumb guns pop up like the undertaker
Pigs

plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon

"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural

Yeah
They're trying to break me
But I ain't giving up names 
They're trying to take me 
I'm ain't never giving up or backing down  
Yeah they gotta

Man a take on the road nuff
Even do what the road ruff
Every time man fall man get up
Cause there ain't no giving up
We living in a world where life

the world is dim, y'all know
They ain't know, all they talk about is money, cars, and clothes

They ain't know, Jesus died, but on the third day he rose
They