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should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take
The weight for your troubles
My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas
That I

Please don’t take offense
I don’t need your compliments
I don't got too many friends
But I got this confidence
Please don’t take offense
I don’t need

Refugees on the Mic

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in

the dream, I start out by gathering in my observation my high school camaraderie as a social Sphere
Alongside churchmates, spiritual mentors, friends, family,

was riding down the road

Took couple seconds 

Took a look at my phone

Then I saw yo face

Even for a second I didn’t feel all alone



So I bowed my

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

husband too
The smartest man I ever met
Big thanks to your daughter
The greatest mom on the planet 
Pops stood by my choices
And never questioned many of em

Just Don't Give a Fuck [Radio Edit]

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but

Seven Devils

Sadistik

Flowers for My Father

that I set on the diamonds I collect
Well I guess except one cause I hide it in my chest

Seven devils in my head saying they're a friend
Seven

Seven times out ten
Family gon' pretend
Eight times out of ten
I am not your friend
Nine times out of ten
I just need to vent
Ten times out of ten
I

Baby Wants to Ride

Frankie Knuckles

Chicago Trax: Ultimate House Collection

1997

long,
Remember?
Friends relate to the message at hand,
Prepare for the revelation 7, the final conflict.
I love you yes, I do.
I believe, I believe,

Be Me

Syleena Johnson

Chapter 4: Labor Pains

2009

right)
Too much stress to be someone else
It?s hard enough just being me

I just wanna be me (All the time seven days a week)
I just wanna be me (Summer,

like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five

Every now and then
I get a little down again
Accounting for the mounting sense
Of drowning existential dread
I'm pouting to my friends again
The pounding

Fred u got one too
He's the one who tells you what to do
He's the one who knows better than you

My imaginary friend,
Many's the time I wanna kill ya.

Seventy-seven degrees in this city tonight
Nothin' else on my sleeve, pride and feelings aside

Too many thoughts, too many issues
Too many

Youre just another pretender at best
You ask one favor than you manage to swoop in for the rest

Friends are there to give second chances be it big

business
Cause I have to be
Can't be a casualty
Too many count on me
But friends and family
They'll still set a nigga up
Point all 8 fingers
To have nigga

give you the life you deserve so I'm on the grind baby 
Spending too much money not spending enough of my grind baby 
Say we linking for seven 
And look

Can't tell my ma how many times that she coulda lost her second child
I hate to think about it, I was actin wild
Need to say some more prayers dawg I

was true
You was there chilling with your friends
Swear you looked so effortless
Don't Know if I walk up or ignore ya baby
You was glowin Like the moon

feel embarrassed in front of everyone
My friends, acquaintances, my family, to strangers and my parents
I feel like I'm talking too much
Feel like maybe

9-5 wasn't getting my bills paid
I got an on-time God but my payments still late
An artist living colored with way too many palettes
That's why my

So many times life seem to be upsetting one by one keep counting my blessings
Got so many friends that are no longer living
Some of them are dead