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And the might
To fight
Even when there's no light
Outta spite
Grabs the pin
And starts to write
God damn what a life

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

touch shall be bless oh
Oluwa God dey our side oh, ah ah ah, dey our side oh
Keep on doing what you know how to do my guy, never give up on it oh (Never

of liquors
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets now i
Had enough I'm finna put you six

talkin much just pleadin the fifth
Hard to the touch
Slick as a bitch
Fuck with a slut
Cards B shit
Parties and such into the mix
Bruises and cuts but

defend him
I'm losing touch with reality baby
I hope you get away its a riot  here baby 
I'm trapped inside my mind girl I'm goin 

Bitch I'm losing touch

facing all these demons
Last time she hit the crib breaking up a fight
Stress and problems don't mix got to fight the fight
I won't lose my life my life I

the other way
Now I'm straight did it on my own ain't no other way
Mix the hustle and the passion gave my life an upgrade
Celebrate by gettin paid in several

by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use

Can't keep running in and out of my life (yeah)
Just got paid, what's up for tonight?
Girl, if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Wait, couple

life my Quota say we in kawaii
'Cause I'm a one of one I'm wants And clocks I'm ticking by
We raise up to to the moon the Explanation say lets fly
'Cause

Request + Line [Will. I. Am Remix]

The Black Eyed Peas

Request Line [Australia]

2001

the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the DJ saved my life)
Cause

and don't call the bitch back 
Man that hoe ain't about nothing 
Right or wrong living by the streets 
Keep that rod so I'm clutching 

Laws are meant to be

a 3-to-life bid 

cause of drug logic 

Shouldn't touch it 

Now out to budget 

With a movie star chick from outta Edenwald Projects 

Nice job, took

that be flirtatious
Into a queen that be so gracious
Magazine pages, my face is
In tha mix on a regular basis,
Went from PlayStation to rappin across

Patron

Yung Joc

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

could touch
See the J's on my feet and she love the diamond cuts
Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets
Ask Chino Dolla about that

again I'm just being honest

Kidding cause I know the feds love to listen
I made my life up like it's fiction
How they surprised
They looking through

gotta eat
In touch with my soul at one with myself and at peace
Troubles on my tail again can't shake it off always by my side
Trapped in this labyrinth

move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'

you know what I want
I'm just only tryna fuck

My life is excellent, you always be on that extra shit
Say that I'm breakin' your Ten Commandments

a towel up to toss it
Fiending, stop my breathing, rising up putting together my legion
Wanting me but I'm way outta ya league and I figure they plotting

It was feelin like I was losin touch wit my self
Fightin battles wit my demons, Thoughts was runnin wild
For so long I thought about quittin,
kno

down on my knees
Never go down for cookie
I am not lucious not even simba
Call me scar
You can tell by the face
Living this life like im ready to die
I

Suburbian Nightmare

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Whoomp! Here It Is: Hip-Hop Hits

2003

trapped in the house
'Cause the cops got my crib staked out
The police chief is runnin' for commissioner
But if I get outta this, chief, I'm gettin' ya