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murk
See the Mac 11 in the court room
Holy Ghost inside a show room
When we was broke they forgot they knew us
Now it's God Money hallelujah
I had to go

Look at all the signs that we see in the unknown
Keep on trying to let it go
But were haunted by the shadows, and surrounded by a bunch of ghosts
It's

to the wise
[rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[ghf] all types of shit, yo son
[rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is

me
Love me, baby
And after all of this
How can I miss you the miss?
Why do I reminisce
When I'm haunted by your ghost
Thought maybe that I knew you

me
Love me, baby
And after all of this
How can I miss you the miss?
Why do I reminisce
When I'm haunted by your ghost
Thought maybe that I knew you

the way that they pose
But once I post something, man they all going ghost
This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna

will bring rapture
Flow captured by the bucket we call heart
Holy Ghost pass in
Pray I continue to see you and help those that need glasses
Have mercy

on me
And all that these trances offer
Is often a standard plea
Like god can you take me off
This earth if there’s no plan in me
Like god are you fake

on Insecure Avenue
And the corner of Internet Lane
Now I reconsider all the things that I thought I knew
Like the ways that I thought you could change
Instead

and Jerry's kiosk that was always closed by evening. There were a few security guards that knew me and knew that I had nowhere to stay. So they would let me do

Family Business

Fugees

The Score

1996

of old ghosts, that ain't even here
Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography
My family tree consists of street refugees
A ghetto land, where we talk

mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by

beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was comin' from outta the back,
when started t' gain on that Cacillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could

I knew from the moment we met that I was so screwed
I knew, I knew, I knew
I knew your pastel eyes the brightest blue
I knew I'd already fell for you

been touch by the hand of a ghost.

Don't need to be afraid of my ghost
You know that we had much worse god
So let me tell the truth of my ghost
He'll

move even slower than molasses
If he knew he was his own assassin brain frying up like acid
Each story that's told just gets more tragic
But we don't

how to do this, you're my son I Thought you knew this
Everyone everyone, we gotta
Teach our sons
To cater to our women show 'em love and
Not your guns

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Eric Bogle

Scraps of Paper

1981

the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water

that we ask?
There’s nothing too big, He can achieve the largest task
Who uses the foolish things to compound the smart?
Like when He used Noah to build

Never Surrender

Scarface

Suffering From Success [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

I'm still thinkin fuck that (fuck, that)
For money, niggas murder what they close to (get this nigga)
Entire families these mother fuckin' ghost you

So God bless all the sons and daughters who knew their history
So they knew where to take it farther
And all the ones that stuck with me like good

Patrolled
And controlled by a state that's de facto cause we're de jure off the Petron
These wack boys possess no bars that we hold
And they have no record

pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is

The Hilton

Raekwon

Bulletproof Wallets

2001

Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock
Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped
Threw this dude under the bed
A half dressed