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Bloodline

Lil Wayne

500 Degreez

2002

said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier

did it again)
Yeah I’m under pressure 
Don’t make the right move soon I could end up either dead or on a stretcher
Yeah I’m under pressure
Ain’t no

of dead homies that I promised would make it out this shit (sorry)
And I don't think God's hands is on me nigga, I'm gonna make it out this shit
No weapon

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

dead in the streets 
He don't want beef 
He don't want beef 
Leave him dead in the streets 
He don't want beef 
He don't want beef 

I'm at New York

on the rocks
Baby we racing the clock
I got the thirty's on lock
I got the lean on lock
Sipping codeine a lot
I'm in a dream, i'm lost
I pop a bean, i rot
Baby

burn the town, we burned it dead
I'm gonna just scream it out, like how i said
You know the reference (You are smart baby)
Way to Heaven (Everytime I see

Set Me Straight

Melvins

Houdini

1993

and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene 

LIZZY: 
I'm sin 
Done in water
You might be over him 
He's somebody's daughter
As far as is well known

the nigga they get
By the way, I'm in a six with your chick
45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this
I'm talking point-blank bitch
First you had it on your mind

sick
Baby that's it
Baby I'm sick

She was thiccy-thiccy little crazy
And we bonded over liquor next door I partied daily
And we met by chance in her

shit baby, I'm sick
Baby, that's it baby, I'm
Sick

She was thiccy-thiccy little crazy
And we bonded over liquor
Next door I partied daily
And we met by

everything wrong
Though maybe I'm not
Kill me softly
Just a thought
Maybe I'll be dead
By the time that you forgive me
Maybe I'll be dead
By the time you

But if I lay down and I play dead and I stay dead
Baby, you'll get, sick of being the monster out of my head, under my bed
Think you're something

We live by that cash talk
I'm riding in Nascar baby
I'm tearing up that asphalt
They know not to play with us, baby
We strapped like the Blackhawks

til we dead
My niggas is wanted

It's Friday and I'm chilling the spot
When my phone goes off
I take a look call is blocked
I picked up like who

motivated and stacking Dead Presidents
I'm in the zone and I'm focused man
Frequency elevated I'm highly motivated
Snappin like an alligator jaws and I'm

Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you

I done woke up seeing red, rocking red
You would think a nigga throwing up a set, but I'm dead not
Niggas claim they got it, but they dead popped

posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm

Cannon

The Juice

Heavy Rotation Allstar Compilation, Vol. 7

2006

mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy

of shiraz
Baby know that I'm Yours, Aint talking Jason Mraz
Let the stereo play, Low and slow in the back
I know somewhere we can go
But I'd rather kick with

to the assumptions like the red eye
Was it consumption of the lovin' had you get by?
The shit I'd do for you if I get caught it's fed time
And when I'm through with

Get Me Home

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

lookin alright, yeah what up, pap'?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirtin', 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style,