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Take My Pain

Master P

No Limit Greatest Hits

2006

a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people,

Take My Pain

Master P

There's One in Every Family

1998

a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk,
An me fiend, an my people,

Franklins for the road
Need mine by the morning
Rozay from Bailey got his bars up
Walk it like I talk it now your biddie looking star struck
Goats are for

like it aint mine
Can have it all if I play it correct 
Skipping steps leave you bay less
Im mini famous, people fuck with me now 
You Should, come

Closing both my corneas
My ears are filled with cornier lyrics
But if you didn't care to hear this, I get it
You'd rather listen to some shit that doesn't

gone a lot more bodies to go 
Confusion at an all time high and love at a low
Fuck what is this world 
Why are we here if we go
Why must we feel pain if

is a goin' off

(Yes, these are) These are the
Last dayz (of my life)
Brian Bailey and on ('Fore I raise)
Before I'm out, i want all y'all to say
That

And they all can stay cunt
While I go hop on that flight
And it's Back to the 09
See my brother that I known since like 05
Yea that's Bailey
Mr pick up

help from mom this month
Say the highs were worth the lows and things are lookin' up

Well, a million miles in eighteen months I bet they're all in

I'm putting out music at speeds of light you are not seeing me
I need all the oxygen in the room for these lyrics to breathe
I said I'm everywhere like

Bye, bye, bye, welcome to for never.

Verse 2:
Another message coming through,
Are you busy on Friday night?
I've heard it all before boy,
I'm starting

Save Yourself

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

saving somethin other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
Kill em all, yield 
(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield

thinking bout you Daily
Lately
Girl I was a zany, and I was lazy
But you sweet like a Mercedes
Sing like a Bailey

I just can’t wait to get you back 

Home…

to the melody
Huh
By the time the beat drop
You should be stood on your feet
Out there baby
Loosing your shit
I don't care about the bruise on your feet
You wore

thing as Harley from Suicide Squad, deceiving
Actually, I was meant to say revealing
Suicide, suicide, squids calamari, we're eating
We'll have you move

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

to nine
Gotta hold that tool
'Cause these dudes are snakes
Sheeps posing as wolves
Real niggers live by respect
Forever stand tall i'll tell you straight
I

when the music is playing
theirs no chance to loose when you dance the 
night away.



Written By Paul C Bailey

Dart Throwing

Cappadonna

The Pillage

1998

The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans 
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in 
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden 

[Method

sensations

I been vicious, malicious, moving with precision
I seen who you are and you need some revisions
You gave it all you got and it wasn't sufficient

Brain Damage [EP Version]

Eminem

Just Don't Give a Fuck [CD5/Cassette Single]

1998

started to bleed
My mother started screamin', "What are you on, drugs??
Look at you, you're gettin' blood all over my rug!" (Stop!)
She beat me over

the only thing I trust is my instinct
You squintin' when you see me, I'm so bright and I've been peeped
All I gotta do is keep movin' immensely
If I go

it Master
Listen, you gotta stop callin' Me that
Just because I command a regiment of angels that are angry because people lie
Doesn't mean I'm all

We can get it you ain't got my dollars
Ill shake you by the collar
Imma fuckin Rottweiler
I'm the shit I'm the caca
Slim poppa show stoppa
You ain't