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wonder if you'd like to talk about what we have lived

(Hit 'em)
Carolina, I can't wait to see you again
Carolina, can we meet forever, a day
Carolina

head
I can see your cheeks start turning red
As I walk by.

And it's too bad
That I regret the day I left.

A place called Carolina it's where,
We run

Pss, yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming

a reason to keep it talkin'
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us (uh-uh)
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus (yeah)
I

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why

Breathe

Tech N9ne

Anghellic [2003]

2001

and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times

[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up

(Leor, light it up)

She like baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't foldin' under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Run it
Run

Birdies hit my phone
Hungry for a few scraps
That's not the shit I'm on hit the blunt and relax
If I can't order I'll import it I'll avoid

Watch Me

Little Brother

The Minstrel Show

2005

LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest

Murder

Master P

The Shocker

1996

police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto

Gator
Get inside
Let's go
Gator
Gator

Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run

Getting chased by a dog down the street
Running

Murder

Master P

Somethin' for the Whodi's

2001

police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto

fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me
See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep
I don't bang cause that went out in '93
Still locin, blunted

"I just want hit me ah lick uh
I just want fuck on ya bitch uh
I just want extended clip uh
Sauce came wit the drip uh
I just want cop me ah watch

cheese come them enemies know a nigga ain't needing no closure
That feed be taking a breathe exposure, help free the we til its over
Imma run up these

Young nigga drunk in a Ghost
I'm blessed like I run with the Pope
If I'm on a yacht, got my gun on the boat
I'm not like you niggas, ain't wanna be

Lyrical Exercise

Jay-Z

The Blueprint [Bonus Tracks]

2001

ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over

thunder hit 
Where the fuck is he from leave em wondering 
How he from Carolina but running shit 
Now I can't quit gotta wait til the stain hit 

Gotta get

Your faithfulness is good to me
Good to me, good to me
Your faithfulness is the air I breathe
Air I breathe, the air I breathe
Audible play we run

The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go

run away don't chase me
I will make it
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I

that's INI 
Full centre of attention let us bless the mic

So we write for all the people getting high off life and even all the ones here passing by
I

Lungs collapse
Hit the ground
Run bitch run
Breathe deep
Breathe deep
I cant
I cant
Cuz its lights out
Draw the blind fold
Live in the shadows
All