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a chest up

Nigga, tell me who you are
I can tell you about me
I'm a gangster from the farm
I had to make my own name, it was a hustle growing up
One

back to that internet page
New ways of making money but I keep old values
If you love me keep a picture of me close by you
And your wallet close

released by David East (what up East?)
Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streets
These niggas' whips hard, behind closed doors, can't pay

There's no love out on these streets 
I miss you chilling in my sheets
It's so hard to find my peace 
When you not next to me
It's been hard to find my

know man, hey street niggas don't cry out in the open, man
But gangstas still cry, man, you feel me
Still care about shit, real talk
Mama told me

Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well
Never mind
We are ugly, but we have the music"

Ah, but you got away,

imma match you 

I'm from the streets where niggas really bangin' bitch 
Walk around pimp chain slangin' bitch 
Imma beast ain't no tamin' it 
Me

Miss Fritchie

Eddie from Ohio

I Rode Fido Home

1995

is on its way)
A hush on the streets of frederick today
(stonewall's army is on its way)

the union boys are on the retreat
(mighty barbara is on her

Chevy-riding on the low, playlist on repeat
I’ll be skating down the road, shufflin’ with my feet
You bring me high, I have no choice I’m surrounded by concrete

fame
But fuck that cause I did it for the love of the game
And I cannot wait until you see me blow
Cause your ass just got dissed by these nice ass flows

So Many Diamonds

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep

Down broken I’m all alone
Ain’t no kid no more I’m grown
Ain’t no way out of these streets
Death will be the one you meet
So live your life

B.R.

Tony Touch

Hip Hop, Vol. 72: Universal

2003

with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like

can't you hear mе cry?
I've lived a lie and now I'm on my knees
Oh, won't you forgivе me?

One way, so far away stand by me, angel
Run away, so far away

First Degree

Ja Rule

Violator: The Album

1999

I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so

You do me kolo
You turn my bololo oo
You do my oko" nla"

Baby please let me
Say something
Before you go to
The other street.
Baby please let tell
You

Boom, I'm in the booth by my motherfuckin' self Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
Niggas ain't slidin', and I'm sholl  ain't hiding
You

Realest shit a nigga ever told it don't make you real
Cause you dropping bodies and you kill shit
When pussies niggas walking down the street
That

wrist
AP bust down (Bust down)
Yes, it costs to live like this
Gotta multiply my bitch
Add it up two times divided by six
Yeah, you said you love me but I

To the H-R and slap it
These Louis's I'm wearing
Look made by some cactus
Them niggas, you're round
They look made by some actors

This is London
Let me show

(Ray Keys)
(Leggo)

You the one with the pretty eyes
Always take me by surprise
Cute lips and a nice smile
Why dont'cha stay a while (yeah)
'Cause

as time passes by me, 
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving. 
Your head gonna hurt sometimes,
That little bit of light won’t always shine,
But don’t you worry,

said you got the choppa in possession but you couldn't kill me dead boy

You lost that clout something that's bigger than egos
You never have street cred

Oh you a businessman
But that ain't their description
Cause everything against the law by simple definition
The cards are is stacked against you every