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I went and called on young Illz
He come and pour it in my Faygo (Lean, lean)
Nigga try run up but I keep the K
It came wit' a potato (Brrt, bang)

failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack

Hoe But Can't Help It

Buddy Roe

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by

is the hardest lose you've got
Multiply is the hardest thing you ever thought
Life in comfort in love, happy meals, friends, and stuff
Until next day

felt heavenly
Not the same man that he was in 2017
Know that he was covered by someone with a set of wings
Yeah he had a girl but this was well before

goin' down as a legend
A human weapon gettin' better by the second
Hotter than the devil nigga get up on my level
Got me faded off the Gin I play the game

But lace up your shoes with that youthful glee
The world's a playground, let the mind spree
Great things built by the young at heart
A child-like sense,

boot up)
War time, suit up (war time, suit up)
Special where I grew up (special where I)
We breed natural born shooters (grr)
God bless all

Everywhere [Alternative Version; Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Billy Bragg

Billy Bragg, Vol. 2

2006

the young Marines

Now I believe to be here is right
But I have to say I'm scared tonight
Crouching in this hole with a mouth full of sand
What comes

Everywhere

Billy Bragg

Don't Try This at Home

1991

the young Marines

Now I believe to be here is right
But I have to say I'm scared tonight
Crouching in this hole with a mouth full of sand
What comes

Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by

budget
Live it up, rich 'n young, bout time we have some fun
Said it's me against myself, so if I lose I still won

I done did it by my lonely
I was

Tools,
I will not lose, paying my dues while I'm paying myself, 
Flaming these booths not sorry for the mics that I melt,
500 for the belt, 200 for

Check the Clock

Grap Luva

The Essence of J. Rawls

2001

Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised
They tried to black my third eye but I still come through
Crushin' the lactose rapper,

Mama told me I was born to get it
By 21 I was quarter million'n 
I was corner pitching now I'm foreign whipping
Temp tags on a rental car, in a fiend

sense
Driven by sheer fucking will and strength
I was born for this
And I'm in it for the
Adrenaline spike, taste of blood on my tongue
I Don't care if it

home you beat your wife

Can't tell what's wrong or right

Can't tell it's black or white

You turn to lose your sight

Blinded by your grace is what I

was all born to lose
Now we breaking all the rules
Cause we tryna die winners
Money on my mind
Lint in my pocket
What's life for a prophet
I might have

knowledge is bliss, yo
Young Hustle artistry honestly that's a part of me
Thank God amongst contenders I'm Moses, they all gon follow me
I'm on that poetry

thing I knew to a father was one of my high school coaches
So yes, it's easy for me to say because I've been there
Just like you, young with way too many

darkness
Rain cut the hills, and flooded the dell
Born in that bowl of a city

So let's see how far we've gotten
Broken floorboards, sagging and rotten

Shattered night was born
Masking the elders hand
Despairing shouts ring from the dark
Sakuretsu my armor
The young evildoer had change in his heart
Shadow

saying ain't wrong. I'm just infatuated by what you got on
So come here and hit this dong, carry on and let me see what color is your thong
At least have

it’s was poured Goldie locks bitch don’t you dig  in my  porage  


live by my gun still die my Sword channel on feet cost a Duce four 

I got it for me