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to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you
When I turned my head
I heard what you said:
"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed"
So I

Da Proffesional

Saukrates

The Underground Tapes

1999

Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional
My flight was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out

corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back

Step up and down
Tryna dive back in
I don’t know my way around
No exit signs
The way in
Is the way out
Wait out
Wait out
Wait out

Step up, step down

about that time
For you and I to get this right
Now lay your head on my bed
Then push in your face in the pillow
You remind me of my Jeep
So hop

Friend or Foe

E-40

Down South Slangin

2008

young bucks 
Scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub 
Babysitter would send you to bed 
But she would make me stay up 
So she could give the young

me
I got em'
And I'm really gon' catch em' lackin'

That'll be your twin
So, I hope you had your back in
You and him would talk it out
It won't be

a minute
I've been stuck in bed I danced in a minute
I ain't popped out and got some head in a minute (I ain't got no head in a minute)
I'm just sayin in

like Taylor Durden
Prone to bugging out, burnt and seeing red
Growing iguana's eyes in the back of my head
My imaginary friend is FBI
So when I see black

dead dreaming
Evil thoughts that I plot in my head scheming
Life is a bitch in my bed bleeding
Dear god it is odd how I get even
I got more problems

smiling keep poking my chest out
My navigation broken
Cuz I can't find the best route
Ain't nothin stoppin I still go in my closet pulling my best out
I'm

Can't be yourself with your wrap-round faces
Wasters, put 'em through hell when I take 'em
Into my little realm, where I make up shit in my head

Big Girl

Nas

Nastradamus [Clean]

1999

your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these

by the thing that you said
You just hit my line tryna get in my bed
It's getting rough when you went out and fled
I'm back on my shit, never end up

Call out of work baby cause you know it's humpday
Baby take the weekend
Have Thursday's by thirsty
Stay home freak all Friday

Breakfast in bed
Treat you

followed by lows
Gravity it pulls
Afraid I’ve lost control, or sold my soul
But I don’t know yeah
Got an angel in my bed, lost the halo on my head
I was born

the back room ima put it in her crack
I don’t want the B why you keep coughing on my d
Took her head off is you sick
I had to stop her nah I don’t want no

4:44am, feds flock to the front yard again
Guns to the heads of my friends,
That was me back then, in 010
Only been waiting for something to take me

out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,

The Adventures in Wonderland

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

and my fellow female mammals, animals 
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages 
Minds haunted by our children's faces 
They mace us, with

it back
I don't think I'd believe it Uh
I be in my bed day dreaming
Am I dead?
Call me speechless
I must be gone for a reason
Feel like a cancer be

bed, each night I go to sleep and dream
I'm swimmin' in the deep end
You're my buoy and I'm sinkin'
Life flies by me but I'm thinkin'
You saved my

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

No Big Surprise: Anthology

1994

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed

Don't you test my limit with the shit up in my head
Livin' life of a rockstar, I'ma live it till the end
I'ma trap out till I can't no more, until