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Nevermore

Nevermore

Though its words are rich yield little sense
Scant relevance to my spectral world
I marvel at the mortal's awe
For no living soul hath

leaving behind[04:22.49]A wife and two sons[04:24.63]I was visited by his cousin in a dream[04:27.05]And woke up in an overwhelming[04:29.04]Flood

Run Yo S*** [Feat. CNN]

Foxy Brown

Broken Silence [Clean]

2001

for a video shoot
But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on
Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on
Yo Jose, gunplay Artie Clay
Capone bought

Father Like Son

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Yes.
Yes.
My lil shortys gonna be a thug.
Father like son, like son like dad.
My family all into makin this cash.
Shorty's gonna be a thug.
Like

that bitch gon' Think she above you
So I'm loyal to the most high
That bitch fucking 
With my paper I'm cuttin all ties
She want me do da most 
I'm ot by

Over Here

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by

to beat, son
I just need a drop top
Diamonds on my watch bust
I been tryna pop, yeah
And I can never stop, stop

And I could never stop, uh
I was fifteen

quick quick
YoursTru up in this bitch with a hit hit
Two rolls of toilet paper I'm the shit shit
You just die trying me I just get rich
No more dirty

like we moving, but he's standing still, in the way ass nigga, the son of a chill, rich boy go to Yale, poor boy go to prison, rich man get a million,

the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting

is buzzin'
Kin'folks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya,

Never Told Cause You Like My Son
Remain c Soldier Til This War Is Won

Used To Be So Poor I Would Scrounge On The Floor For Scraps 
Of Weed To Put In c

Well there once was a Star Showman
Who had a pretty wife
He had two kids, one named Sam, the other lived a short life
And this man worked his whole

comparison to two-third world nations were rich
There's no denying it
We're just spoiling ourselves with our money
Living like we need more than our God has

my daughter
Son was the fourth youngin' on the run with a warrant
Motherfuck a jail, gender, corpse, club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my

face
And by the time he saw his son it was probably too late
I was only like 4 and he screamed "close your eyes...
Get the fuck back in your room don't

I'm going back to Cali
All I'm trynna do is get rich
Brand new whip a hundred thousand
In a two seater me and my bitch
All she wanna do is rock out

and fire making love to give birth 
			To a sea of sons and daughters who warm their hands by the hearth
			Denied the temptation of the incense

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your

In disarray with my approach, I'm tryna change yo way of thinking 
Get you rich up in yo mind, not just the dollars that you seeking 
Prep yo spirit,

gotta stand on this back too nigga 
Tryna teach my son how to stack too
Rack by rack nigga add two yeah

with
Some
Love scars
Said she don't see it for me Got me smokin on green and I'm playin my guitar
I touched down in H town
7 1 3 To the 8 3 2
I told

Everyone wanna be rich everyone wanna be famous 
My bars are so sick that they might be contagious 
I’m really in my element got flows that fill

Cash Money Niggaz

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

Back to this gangsta shit
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where I lay my head at 
Small baller believe that
That's why I