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keep it low
Steady onna road
Yea yea yea

3 skale
Standing at the door
Me don storm
Knockin down a hoe
Said he telling on his bro
we ain't trusting

Verse 1
God got a plan for me, but I don’t believe in luck
Grab destiny by hand and I’m strictly cuffed
You either Lift me up or it’s all fisticuffs

have a whip so you can bust them plays on the road
Better not be slippin' boy you better lock n load
It don't matter, Glock 19, or 17, they go boom

Get

Mary was a brown eyed girl from a map dot town
On the sunrise side where blue ridge wild streams settle down
Her momma always told her she was

our only angle hard times painful life on the fast track chased by your angel your hood love you  but they hate you taught him how to rap but he made

I Ain’t Shut Up....Let’s Begin.. here we Go 
Engine engine number 9 Going Down chicago Line if The Train Jump The Track 
Damn.... Those Were The Days

the honeycomb/mah!/ Rose Of Sharon and Mount Zion I once was eclipsed but now I’m seven feet rising no surprising Salvation to clear your waves you will realize it’s so

popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im

Yeah, my nigga Dr3 made the beat, so I'm finna rock it
If you pass me the heat, boy you know i'm gone pop this bitch

Come on, nigga
I just made a ten,

Yo, Boy, can't you see?  The soldiers marching down the street
One-two, one-two-three. They come for you they come for me
Run, run, save your skin.

know
But let's buy the bag and head on out that door

Well it took a while but now I've heard the news
And I'm pretty sure I've paid up all my dues

friends

One day in the woods he was just swinging around

Till a python in a tree came slithering down and said

'Powder put out you hand' and why would

Good Old Days

Roger Creager

Long Way to Mexico

2003

rich
But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want
And right now it's the good old days.

Chorus

When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times;

of many battles
Broken bottles and black eyes
Disguise on my face, when we kick the door down
The Fury's in the house tearing up the town

Dad, you're from

real disrespectful if I mention brodie dad
I'm just sayin
Niggas freestyle on sum disses, I ain't playin
Need my name just for promotions
The dickeatin

My phone's in the water-loo

Guess, I'm the slave with the key
Singing to my speaking tree
Nobody stops by to listen
They're busy making new stories

Guess who finally showed
I'm finally home
A lot of dips and hillsides on this long and winding road
A lotta "tryna let go"
Partly a force of habit

is way too wide

You're all shored up in your bunkers and silos
Don't know the way but I’m sure it's the high road

Shout the words till they come back

When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,

cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,

But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,

Truth told,
It sounds like your

Just Business

Defari

Bomb Worldwide

1997

So I hustle after work during work or on the road 
A man can't achieve if he don't have goals 
And that's real that's word to mi abuala 
I tell ya

floor 
Three hours later got to the wizards door
Looking for more ounces fluoride for the fountain 
Measured my skills by the sheer side of the mountain

Wander This World

Johnny Lang

Blues Roads

2007

people can see
Others just drive by and stare

A shadow that drifts on the side of the road
And it's like I'm not even there
I wander this world,

Game Got Switched

Brad Baker

Tribute to Ludacris [Tribute Sounds]

2005

turn ya books to page 69 and start sucking
When Organized drop the tracks then start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed start fucking
You wanna be

from the brothers who be acting hard, you say whats on for the night, I say Im into you, let ride a 4 door drop to me its still a coupe, cruise the city,