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walls down fucking crazy
Running running running
And I can’t break out
And my head won’t stop right now
Wanna fuckin kill myself
Wont stop it
Let it melt

On the road to hell there was a railroad track

Aw, come on!

And a train coming up from way down below

That was not six months!

Better go

hella fly
They're all amazed watching us go by
Bumping fat beats from the b ball days
Track one on Rodeo is the song that plays
As the tyres are going

Rotten Apple

50 Cent

Rotten Apple [Clean]

2006

to get it got to get it

This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways

on a beat
Stacking up the money that's an order one, two, three, four, five
Calm to a degree catch me heating that's a drive by

Bye bye momma
I never meant

brought some band's, was checkout straight at self
Running round, we was swiping down, anything that was nailed
To the wall like Jesus Christ, I ain't

Po' Folks

Bill Anderson

The Bill Anderson Story

1969

shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track

We kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer

The Lord on that day he switched sides
Stayed humble low to ground like rocks
You can do it too walk it out like socks (Go ahead and walk it out baby)

Head

a phone
I was lacking the day that I walked out the store
Should've killed me my Nigga, but you wanna post
2 chains on "I'm different"
Your baby mama

(whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same

Feel the Vibe

Rampage

Politics & Bullshit

1997

minded 

Boy Scout been let out the cage 

I'm on the loose 

I'm in the Flatbush town 

It's goin down 

I still got my tre and my 4 pound

sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge

till we all paid
You in good hands like it's all state
Play with me and get touched like a bald fade
I'll kick down the door of the crawl space
Cuz my

everywhere slipping outta consciousness but im not dead

I regain it back she running for the stairs im giving chase grabbed the sneaky bitch by the hair slung

Life of an Outlaw

Makaveli

The 7 Day Theory (Special Edition/+DVD)

1996

Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand

Code 3, attack formation pull out your pistols
Keep an eye

I kept a decent GPA, 
I was in shape, I was lifting weights, I was running track, Top 3 in my state, 
The foreclosed our house, I had nowhere to stay,

in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us

bro in jail who said, "Don't come back."
(huh)
Been out 17 years, hold you down on this track
Talk about King, but your heart is full of hate
A lot

got poked as well, and since that day
I ain't seen that fag' (Got poked by me)
Splash, splash
It's only my works Lucii raps (It's facts)
It's voodoo

whatever the cost
Yea
Put in a long day's work phone in the hallway
Baby I'm making a call
Summer they passing the ball
Running it back in the fall well
I do

It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My

Just 'cause you walked out the door don't mean the love lost

When the days turn to nights
I keep thinking 'bout you moving on
Makes me wonder if you

free time begin if work doesn't finish
Running out of time making hours want to stay
There's just 24 a day and I give them all away
This is just