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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets (Gary Jules) · Trading Pieces (Deeds of Flesh) · We Are Family [Aim Trading] (Sister Sledge) · Big Bill Blues [Aim Trading Group] (Big Bill Broonzy) – and 90 other albums »


niggas that wear Boss
Claimin to be thugs and chicks that's gossippin too much
I hold a grudge, what?
Tug of war, prepare for the mug, what
P Perry
for

I know that's what you live for

If you gain the world by trading your soul
(If you gain the world, if you gain the world)
Remember you'll reap
and large it's not you
Or your excitement
I'm caught trading blows and climbing walls for a view
Out of resentment

You're just a clone of them,
Have you no
at me and tell me what you in this truck for
$pitta brings Chevys out all summer
Winter I'm a slam in the H1 Hummer
95 Air Max, dope runners
Shows
mansion house?'
'I'm in love with mr so and so
He invited me in, I'm a girl no more'
Then she dragged my ma out by her throat
'hand over that rabbit fur
You can look a hurricane right in the eye 
Twelve hundred people dead or left to die 
Follow the leaders 
Were it an eye for an eye 
We'd all be
You can look a hurricane right in the eye 
Twelve hundred people dead or left to die 
Follow the leaders 
Were it an eye for an eye 
We'd all be
You can a look a hurricane right in the eye.
1200 people dead or left to die.
Follow the leaders, were it an eye for an eye we'd all be blind.
What's your name again, uh huh

Alright
You're daddy says I'm
Alright
And the Tipper thinks I'm
Alright
And Joe Perry says I'm
Alright
Pitched my
I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up
once upon a time you spoke from the heart

[Chorus]

Blinded by big city lights
I'm not saving you tonight
I know that's what you live for
You'd
a looker" he thought, "Let me court her"
He musta been a playa cause she popped out three daughters
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's
Or search around for an unbeaten track 
I wish that you were here to show me how 

Oh my friend, oh my friend 
I'm wondering what you would do now
wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too
classic
Under the bed backwards bastard
Scavenging the carnival grounds for an outlet
Who the fuck is Aes Rock?
I'm not a name to keep at arms length
doing what I'm supposed to.

You see my wife and kids, they depend on me,
To provide them with nothing but the best,
I feel it's my duty, my
on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the tools
That's just a brick from the mansion
Another stitch
I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up
Silence to those who are in his court
I'm found guilty by his report
No washed-up judge can say to me
The shit he throws around when
He's on TV
What
'shows for fifty seats
Still writin' rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat
Still writin' raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D
My next freestyle I'm a blast
the darkness, Heaven hold me down
? but I know I'm born dying
Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
For a lying ass but yo forgive us in
But you take that away and you'll always be the one
One, I wonder why the moon look nice, girl
Maybe it's just right for the night
You said n****s
now, first, yea I had to do my chores
Met a cougar and she told call anatomy your ma
Even though I'm a minor I can do what a major bring in two
Any
I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up