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In This House

Lil Wayne

In This House

was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on friend and my lady, my nigga
You front on your money, you quittin', my nigga
We kill you by

break will dew on the knuckle
i had small sweets but those seemed small when i was young
the petal of the rose was stung
yeah, na-na na-na

so in this

break will dew on the knuckle
i had small sweets but those seemed small when i was young
the petal of the rose was strung
yeah, na-na na-na

so in this

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So

If I aint fucking then its suicide
In t minus five
Like bitches that bi
Pussy in my presence has never been dry
Fuck celibacy I rather just die
All

and bloody leaves where you'll find we

Id rather die then live knowing I'm not free 
Call me Malcom and Martin it's still the same team

They shoot me I'm

they went ghost
Don't come around if it ain't love what you here For
Don't wont you round if it ain't love I rather be alone
I rather be alone all by

They say to make these young years last
But I don't feel like I'm home
I wanna leave this life in the past
I don't care where I go
Found my way out

But depression on the brink man I rather die
But we living and alive so we rather hide
And we
Never get a time to breathe
The world is so cold spreading

the fuck you toasting
Even if you young dawg you gotta be focused
I can ride the whole wave
Cant surf the whole ocean
I can die today
I pray every morning
Im

I'd rather be addicted (Yeah)
Take it from me and throw it far, and what's the point of even living?
'Cause I can't imagine my life without this thing

grown shit
You got those who rent shit and those who own shit (pay attention)
I’m tryna put you on shit
But you rather look at me like I don’t know shit

Tripping by myself but I sell it like I’m fine
I’ll be gone a little while, tell them all I’m doing time
I ain’t ever had a lot besides flashbacks

her

Nigga know bout me i be stacking this since back then
Two way my 38 and grab the Mac10
Get on and stay on the go
Nigga talk too much i'd rather get

Tripping by myself but I sell it like I'm fine
I'll be gone a little while, tell them all I'm doing time
I have not ever had a lot besides flashbacks

rather slide

Cold game in these streets, kept it by my side
Now I cross my T's and I dot my I's
Catch 'em from long range, let that chopper ride
When

He put a gun to her head but listen

All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I D-IE, all you niggas just P-IE

a cool head though
Hold me down no Velcro, All off in yo chest bro
You ain't got the titles why you got it though
Fooled by the system
Use to this peasant

pages,
Yeah, I know, you're mad cuz my craft is rappin'
See I'd rather grab a mic than grab a strap and cap captain,
I know the game, call me coach wit'

I miss my family and friends that got left behind
I have the darkest thoughts inside 'cause really I don't wanna die
Yeah it's a mirror of my fear

And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B-I-T-C-H,

I feel alone in this world nobody here with me
I was born a gangster knowing im die a g
2016 lost jay money and that hurt me niggas talk behind my

life
Some of em had to cry (Had to cry)
But some of us had to try
Had to try or die, die, yeah, yeah
Well, some of us live for real
Some of us knows

Some Jack

Master P

The Ghettos Tryin to Kill Me!

1994

Verse 1 

Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds I was rolling