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would've personally married
Over the 10 years could've treated me better but
Overall you deserve to be happy
All the people you lost
All the pain that you

Outta Here

KRS-One

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 2

1994

ain't no joke
Down with the sound called BDP

After livin' on the streets alone
Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
I used to watch

Is it my gold, my dough that got these hoes all over me (Is it)
Feeling my flows, they like clothes, these hoes all over me (Feel it)
They in heat,

shit if we all work Together, I'm tired of these niggas copyin
With each other
You say it's your brother, then act like you love Him, but my nigga hop

illiterate I think you got
A problem, this might cost you an arm and a leg, let me pick
Out the proper limb, all you rappers my sons but it ain’t no

mmhhh , 
YEA YEA YEA 

(Verse 2)
Bitch I’m bringing sexy back, tell GQ I’m on they ass 
I’m coming for the man of the year, for all of these hoes I

Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
That's just the way it is
Things

brothers, that shit hurt me
(That shit hurt) i can't trust a soul
It's all in church with her (All in church)
They want me dead, I gotta keep pole
(I gotta

should be a L.C
Businessman without the tie

Blood on these white Air Force Ones if a bitch try
Fuck my city, they ain't rockin' with me
Shot me in

gon' spend all these racks (spend it)
I don't even like to brag
Now I'm gon' spend all these racks
All this stuff I never had
All this stuff I never had

Tom Joad (Part 2)

Woody Guthrie

The Ultimate Collection [Prism Leisure]

2002

workin' folkses, all get together,
'Cause we ain't got a chance anymore.
We ain't got a chance anymore."

Now, the deputies come, and Tom and Casey run

and I'm hopin' that you hear
I'm steady screamin' 4KTrey, I'm tryna split a nigga wig
All these bitches tellin' lies, but if you know me, don't think

blood pressure rises
Ain't no day in the sun I wanna be on devices
Delete my tweets, start again. Y'all thought that I reached the end
It's no more

Windpipe

RZA

Belly

1998

these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu 

[ODB] 4X 
What party can you go to 
And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care 

[RZA]

in my reality, man, I am literally livin' in hell
They tellin' me give it a year, all over the country I bet I be ringing a bell
Like Jehovah witness

don’t want Froze to jump on top of the beat and drop all of his heat

 I’m tellin these rappers clean it up, eat it up sweep it up, all of y’all broke

heads now for the evening
Prescribing all these sedatives to tell you that you need em
So every single second that I'm trippin I believe it
I just got

'bout Brexit
This ain't no super complex shit, its simple
Fuck how these politicians flexing 
Tryina make this shit about their parties policies
When

23 years older than you I know that it's kind of confusing
Forget all the bullies that make fun of you it's just for their amusement
Let go

These Are the Tales

Too Short

Chase the Cat

2001

bitch)
These are the tales that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinking way back, it's been a long long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like

like one of them boost phones
No need to see the future, I know what y'all dudes on
This ain't Flavor of Love, but bitches get sent home
These niggas is

on hoopin to inspire my lil brother
How is u hatin on me I done made it farm the struggle
N***** used to stand over me I done made it frm up under
Ian no

100
I told em keep it, keep it 100
These my brothers from the grass aye
We chasing riches from the rags hay
But we, we keep it 100, I really told all my

of y'all

These niggas got me in my bag now, Never put that bag down now
Ain't looking like no clown now I'm lookin at the clowns now
Picture perfect always