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all hallering the front rent, 
she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go

Get This Money

R. Kelly

The Best of Both Worlds [Clean]

2002

o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

'Cause I'm a baller, thought I

count the times
I can't count the times
Mm no
I can't count the time

Lost my watch
Can't count the time
I broke my clock
Can't count the time
Fuck this

Why's the day flyin' by?
I feel I'm not alive
Where are you and where am I?
Don't act so surprised
You never cared about the time
Or even how am I

Imagine you stuck by da code
Imagine da tone don't gotta reload
In a world without no cancer
Now da doctor giving up some answers
See my opps dying

watch out
Surrounded by gangstas & dropouts
Y’all internet gangstas y’all not out
Trap 24/7 no clock out
Beat down the pack like a knockout

We strapped

them
My crimes and rhythm. When will you stop this?
Bring back the light
The one that screams in towers of darkness
The midnight clock bell is hitting my

work of art

A years gone by
I watch the clock
It goes so damn slow when we’re apart
And I wish it wasn’t over 
I wish that I had loved her more

I

are a simple time that won't go by the clock
We don't wanna leave until we stop to breathe
Can never fill our lungs

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Mystery

of me
I guess that's why I'm rhymin'
Watching all the clocks spin till I find the perfect timing
I done seen every crevice of my mind by now
Does he

that ticking from the clock
So I'll be here while it's ticking by

I hear plenty familiar voices
And our stories' about the same
Well, the details get

Let me show you how we do Cowboy Shit
406 Packed lips of long cut
Cut up Busch cans
Red solo cups
Stop sign peppered with gunner's buckshot
Whole

Yeah yeah
Westside with the realist
Fam stay on westside, they the realist
Disciples all twelve like clocks ticking
Study highs, low working,

until my hands fall off
I don't give a fuck bout it now
I'm ticking away all they time on the clock
Watching the days passing by like a car
If I'm not

You's a bad one someone had to tell the cops
And I’m the sherif in town know I’m always on the clock
Just by looking In your eyes I can tell you’re

greatest work of art
But years go by, I watch the clock
It goes so damn slow, we fell apart
And I wish it wasn't over
I wish that I had loved her more
I

I just woke up on set it's 3 o'clock
Just came back from Knoxville; finna head to Richmond for a new part
24k my bank account; Put that shit on like

Cab Driver

The Mills Brothers

Close Harmony

1969

Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
I just wanna chance to see her face
Don't stop the meter let it race
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place

Cab

between what's special to me
And what won't be remembered by tomorrow
Might've mentioned words like fate, but it ain't destiny I'm calling
Burning in

slapped and wrapped by Big C
Its a myth
Never have yes men around these bits
It's a risk

Body clock breaker
Out here breaking body clocks
Do a meet

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

Banksta'z

RZA

Saviorz Day

2002

banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)

[Hell

hours
Chasing the never-ending clock
Wanting their desires
Chasing something to unlock
Unable to stop
 
We were alone that summer night
Cool wind keeping

Knock It
You mother fuckers better rock it
Ain't nobody wanna stop it
This is the new funk hop twist
Knock It
You mother fuckers better rock it
Ain't