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in, beat the charges
Bet you they was sick, he went right back in
By a quarter two had a knot, wasn’t playing fam
You can get it too, don’t be hating

props
Pollutin the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
Settin up shops for lots comin back nots
Each and everyday of the week 
the Mobsta Elites be

kick me out the door[02:43.71]I don't wanna let you go[02:47.31]Don't wanna[02:49.43]Take me[02:52.21]Tell you what I'm waiting for[02:55.03]I just wanna

Let It Out

Daryl Hall

3 Hearts in the Happy Ending Machine

1986

an artful dodger
Come cool kind of fool who can slide on by
There's a whole lot of art in sadness
So make it worth your while if you're gonna cry

Let it out

collides with the new year -

Time is a thing you can't quantify  
These minutes march relentlessly by 
What once seemed so real corrodes to rust
cs 365 days

maybe that's the reason everyone is so cold to me
But instead of moving on my mind just keeps on running free
I cant tell if anyone can see their own

made[00:30.32]The cost is eight so this don't fade[00:32.31]But back to the reason why I came this way[00:34.52]Can't keep this hustle local[00:36.55]Need a partner

bout the bread, you can see the knots
Fuck her in doggy, put a king in it
New N3 fit, feeling clean in it
Shake it girl, yeah I wanna hear it clap
Wanna

smoked[02:31.46]Lookin at my face and you can see inside the mask[02:34.33]Never showin what I'm feelin I ain't leavin any tracks[02:37.23]I got a couple drug

(RIP)[00:31.06]He told me he wish he had been with me more so I'd be by his side[00:33.59]Lying in his casket, Bed rolled[00:35.74]He thinking himself

number,  awoken from my rhyme slumber
With more hunger than when I was younger
But not a fortune hunter, instead of tying the knot
I'm rhyming a lot

On the Southside

DJ Screw

Soldiers United for Cash: The Soundtrack

2001

can't fade me

A lot of y'all niggas, know who we be

I'ma tell you once, you better let me be

In the zone, cause I'm thoed off

Niggas wanna think, that

some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby, can we bone and get it on?
Tell me, lady, how you like me

came in the mail
Straight from the trap I ain't go to Yale
Serving that crack I ain't go to jail
Getting them racks nigga can't you tell
You know it's

me do you love me not
My stomach tied knots
I’m fascinated by your fragrance
That don’t mean a-lot
I got a lot to live
You got a lot to gain
but you is

of it but I remember doing not uh really nothing
For a knot of fucking hundreds
If you ain't out here getting money then you got to be a dummy
I ain't got

Shout out Otto nigga
Aye
Shout out Fony nigga
Gang
GGabo
It's Lil Rodd up in this hoe
I bumped my head a lot that's how bad I needed a fucking knot
I

talking I can't leave a message
Always tell me that I going places no debate on if I make it
Boost the concentration dark gone turn to light no segregation

a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin' the top
I push a button, now I can't stop
I'm doin' donuts, turnin' out the lot
Stayin'

a parking lot[01:27.20]Ask me if I'm having a good time[01:28.89]I can't tell 'em no[01:30.09]Running to the bathroom just to hide[01:31.87]With my

I save it, I start to think of the day when[00:33.75]I can see myself settling down[00:35.93]To tell you the truth, I hate when the sound[00:37.78]Of

at a opp
Little thot give me top
Still a block when she stop
Oh my gosh let me stop
Counting guap
Big knots
Getting cream this a lot
Getting cream this a lot

corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright

Propaganda

Dead Prez

Let's Get Free

2000

lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
 
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't want to die by