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woke up wasn't no seed in the weeds of garden, regardless
Oh who knew, I'd turn into something
Late night by the desk, weather outside took turn to give

I remember feeling stuck
I remember thinking I was outta luck
Now I’m struck by my own perfection
Basking in the light of my resurrection

I don’t

son
Cause time won’t cry your pities 

Runnin’ with his backpack
Crossin’ state by state
No ghosts will cast your bad luck
You’re free to be yourself

Wait you missed a spot
A little to the left
Directed towards masseuse
Plus I just got me a chef
Basketball court is in the back yard
But I can't shoot

rapping back in elementary school
Certified by the geeks and a couple freaks they know what I do
Niggas really know whats up with me
I think I got bad luck

me a new ride
Post up in the parking lot with my guys
Remember every little thing about them nights
Stuck in my past stuck in my head
Not getting

Atlantic City

Pickin' On

Pickin' on Springsteen, Vol. 2

2003

on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies

Get Up

Bleu

CMJ New Music, Vol. 114

by
I know ya had a little bad luck
But didn't anybody tell you everyone does

Get up (get up)
You're just in a slump  
You're stuck in rut  
Get

First One Hit

Amil

Light It Up

1999

carrot, stacked three layers
On a house by the mile, before the cenile
Suspects, what the fuck next
I double up texts, like i shuffle up decks
New

a little danger
I have some rules by which I must abide
So, listen up if you want to have a future
Take it from me, you'd better run and hide

See you

Gangsta's Paradise

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous 30 Greatest 90's Songs

2001

As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in

stumbling
Yeah we got lost and we needed some compasses
When we was broke, we head noodles for supper
Then open cupboards, there’s little or nothin’ in
Boys

LOST
IF I TAKE A LOOK BACK AT MY LIFE
SO MANY CHANCES HAVE PASSED ME BY
I SEE WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN
I'VE BEEN SINKING WAY TOO LONG
I HAD IT ALL BUT

All of my stuffs are gone
Thinkin’ i’d cry alone
But no i got it all wrong
The little backyard i had
Now flatten by the sand
I would say it is

start protecting me
Biggie flow kicked in doors, open sesame
Enter as Darth, D gained dexterity “hope your successful Lee”
But little did I know, satan

Imaginate

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

loud fucking snicker and giggle
i won't care a bit, not even a little
cuz my egos not brittle,
go ahead and belittle, DJ hit the fiddle
and lets all

signings and stuff
We're gonna be down there at signings and all that sort of bits and pieces
And DJ Cello now is gonna be playin' some tunes
He's been

homie

All the way
No there ain't no brakes on me, homie
Let's go
I reminisce a little bit when I first started rapping

Didn't think nothing big would

sending me their shit songs, I don't like rap music
I like a bit of Destiny's Child
Say My Name is so therapeutic
Britney Spears's song toxic is a little

Million Rappers

Phunk Junkeez

Fear of a Wack Planet

that's giving the boom-bastic
Drop rhymes like acid cashed in like a shash hit
Yesca man change up the mood....
With a little bit of attitude
Million

Swear it was just yesterday your takin off my clothes
Said to my bro "How you let me wifey a hoe?"
Got bit by the same snake twice man it's shown

I gonna get by?
That's why I need a twenty holmes so I can get high
But everybody that I'm talking to, they claim is dry
I know you got some in there

lope
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in

[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'