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peak yeah you know them
Sell it sell it sell it go on sell it sell it sell it
Take the piss out of the poor close your business and forget it

Coffin

-soul
A modern slave by choice
That's chocking up my voice
You're a human error
A Capital sell-soul
You get in bed with tyrants
To execute their ploys

The train

of the night

Lady I'm not in hell
Maybe I'm out to sell
Daily I'm lucky that I'm down
Maybe we're not the mend
Maybe we're off to stand
Why would you open our

I saw you at the party last night
You were hanging out right by the bee hive
And I'd forgotten my mask and my suit
Had to go home and regroup
Honey

the present where the future can be moulded
The reoccurring question is:
What would I have told myself ten years ago?
Focus
You know the O was replaced by

could never sell my soul (yeah)
(Bigger than rap nigga) never know
Inside me I just pray it never shows
Pray it never shows
Pray it never shows

One

done carving names to narcotics  'fore that I ain't quit  I ain't stop I ain't bitch out  I ain't sell shit the seoul survivor  Know that I ain't quit  I

Sorry I'd rather be safe
Sorry I'd rather behave
Sorry I'd rather be late
Than sell out my soul and be slave
Sorry I live, pray and slay
Sorry I'd

[Chorus]
Made my way up out the bottom had to get on nigga
Yeah nigga I'm straight
I ain't never been a sell out I just sell off nigga
Young nigga

ay
Got a frown turn it to a crown ay
Settle down now like it rough now yea
Poking my eyes out making it tough ay
Doing everything like me ay
Doing

and mishaps I had your back
The few friends that I do have I got too attached
I don't throw that label out there lightly so if you fight him yup
You gotta fight

(naw)
It ain't easy when you tryna make it out the trenches (ball)
 
Hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm

the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting 

Verse 4 (C.O.C) 
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad

Or a 1-800-stay-the-fuck-out-of-my-life
Then I wouldn't be down 3 by 3-6-5
Crunchin' all these numbers tryna figure out why I've

Wasted too much time on ya
Wasted too much money and mind

My Mommy
My Mommy
Twentythree years mi deh pan dah grung yah
Neva sell yuh out cause a you bring mi come yah
Ole heap a time wi nuh see the same

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

mine but can't match up to my price
I got that hunch
All I do talk down
Y'all impressed by the clone of NaS sounds
Get knocked out on the first of Glock

trying to purge
Now I only sell the people words Mr. Officer 


Verse 2:

I told him I’m waiting for my girl to get out of work 
He looks involuntarily

There's a place where
People go when they want answers
And in
Worst-case scenario
You venture out to find the information that you seek but
You never

want it
Hope it's everything you wanted, yeah

Put you on Chanel, for real
I'm on the tail, for real
Like huntin' Giselle, I want her sell
Get numb with

Run

Wu-Tang Clan

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1

2004

Run! these black boys that take none
Don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
Run! if you ever pack a nice size gun
Run! if you sell

something I endorse
I only wore it by force
I'm trying to teach the youth to
Be loyal and play sports
Instead of in and out of court
And back and forth

Virginia

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

of homicide, nigga
You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
Where we re-up,