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Cadell! You was selling merch
I put it on my heart, I'm the shit, like a fart 
And I still follow through even if it doesn't work

I was one of the first, I

Three Story Home

Earl St. Clair

My Name Is Earl

2017

you a fool
You gone mark my words
You gave up to soon
You gone miss all this work
And I say

I say
I realize that you're all that I need
Without

and pop
We on the highway to hell
Is you riding or not?
You need work? just meet me at
The top of the block i got it in by the ten
And twenty dollars a pop

I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor

Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep

THESE HANDS
AS PERFORMED BY LOCKELAND
WRITTEN BY KYNDON OAKES & MARK VIKINGSTAD

I'VE TOUCHED THE OCEAN FELT THE WAVES ON MY SKIN THE WARMTH

leave your mark and get your foot in the door
Well here is some advice, work less and play more
You're not gonna get nowhere by staring at the ground,

even talk to her ? 
Or is she just your maid ?
Why you mad man? 
Pick on someone your own size 
Don't blame the alcohol 
You intimidated by her wage

a bed in which to lie
But body blows will mark this occasion in my mind
I may be bloodied
But I'm not running from the fight

If failure by design is

a question mark waiting for an answer
And people aren't pleased when you're desperate to be a good girl

And her armor improved she got more tough than sane

dreams turn to reality when their eyes are wide open 
Sometimes the pain ain't up to the mark so their dreams are broken 

Failure is all you get when you

make it
Nah, you ain't gotta hoe it
Empty stomach
Empty wallet
Solo by my own
I dodged all of them bullets
Alone with your shits
Don't look back
None

Its more than a vow gotta stay committed
If we mess up then we get convicted
Im trying to hit the mark sometimes i miss it
its my choice though im not

Every single time that I peak
From the corner of my eyes hoping that they will leave
but I'm haunted by the vision of demons I can't release
I guess

I can read your mind by a glance of your face

Named every beauty mark that's graced your skin
Know every sin that stains your soul
Know you feel

nobody touching me
I ain't rocking with your feng shui
I'm built, tailored, my dude I only follow what the sun say
Had to step back with the pump fake

Oh he see me keep me in the spirit
I pray that all my hata's inundated by admission
Give it to the lord
Lord lead them to repentance
You don't wanna

seek hard work is key 
What motivates me is AMP

Red button red button where you at
My man let's record while we can 
We got music for the highs and lows

girl in a men's world
You know, powerful men are so sensible
I'll work it out, I'll sort it out
I'm gonna work it out, I'll sort it out.
By the way,

bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie

then I didn't know where to start
But inspiration hit me and I think I hit the mark
Not something special, no it ain't that much
Just written from

Total Soul Rape

Craft

Total Soul Rape

Deepest cold to ever grace the land of planet earth, purest cleansing Hellfire to burn the mark of hell (upon man). 
Hear my call!! 
Deepest trace

the passenger seat we be takin them rips
Rydin high so the time pass by in the traffic that we sittin in
All of the homies is comin too
You told yo girls they be

ought not
My tongue goes to work on your g spot
I got you all worked up you’re so red hot
One two three four then a gunshot
Oooo I’m so damn hot it's my