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impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)

Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil

dah-dah, dah, dah, dah-dah

I'ma brick, baby boy, concrete, lil' nigga
Yeah, I rap and all that shit, I'm still a street lil' nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah,

and agony 
No mercy for the wicked 
For malevolent flesh never rots 
Cursed no more by this passed down hatred 

I stand by shadows who show me more than one

Imma speak the truth 
While people telling lies
Imma scram repentance
They're not living right
Turn from your wicked ways
They turn a blind eye

just live
Oh you saw some of yo niggas dying both by sports and that iron sum doin bids
This life get wicked like a mosh pit
I can teach ya couple things

Wonyi nu one by one
Ye nu two by two
Wonyi nu one by one
Ye nu two by two
Wonyi nu one by one
Ye nu two by two
Wonyi nu one by one
Ye nu two by two

like you ain't livin' all them righteous bars
Over righteous like a Pharisees sayin' you ain't living by them righteous bars
Wicked men tryna bury me

we will release our anger, all of our rages
Only one will make their mark
The rest will have peace, in the dark

We're villains
What we are called by

She's in control, she holds my soul
That wicked woman's got me by the balls
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Her love has got me at her beck and call

Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?

To walk freely amongs the planet
Some of you partake in wearing costumes
In trying to wear off these souls that have passed on
Hoping you will be saved by

would whirl

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
wicked and evil while casting her spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden,
I was in love,

El Paso

Roy Drusky

Songs of the Cities

1964

whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting their spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden,
I was in love, but

Money Talks

Rampage

The Imperial Album [Clean]

1998

mornin (ha)
Got somethin wicked for all the niggas you callin (ha)
Fuck with the stallin (ha)
Split a nigga till his shit leave him a little boy (hoo)

Times Up

Kool Moe Dee

Funke, Funke Wisdom

1991

(Time's up)
(Time's up)
(Time's up)		--> Rakim

(Time's up)
(Time's up)
(I want to rock right now)	--> Rob Base
(Time's up)

(Time's up)
(I want

seem
Like I ain't doing what everybody else failing to do
And that spitting wicked flows but still telling the truth
Doing every single thing they said I

This Beat By Kolosal

(Yea)

Oohh I know the clock is ticking 
I pull out my dick she start licking 
If I fuck her she might get some inches (Ooh)
If

The game fuked up niggas beats Banging they Hooks wicked 
But same Ingredients 
With they Seasonings 
I Cook different 
I'm mfn Melo in da Kitchen

Renegade Vibe 
Worth a benji not lil five
I'll be your bright light in the night huh
Lead you to the afterlife uh

Hold my hand let's just dance
When

your cheeks I almost wrecked
I swear I almost wrecked
Cause I love it when you wear that sundress
Cause I love it when you wear it
Lil mama bout her

july
Taking shits on the game and you don't gotta ask why
Take the dick and do comply with the Sikkest wicked style
All the thickets in your mind are why

I'm in the flesh 
Way I'm livin no regrets 
I get shit up off my chest 
Sip a lil never stress 
Never need no rest 

I want that guap 
First up need

Coming up nowadays you get used to the reaper
Cause shit get real wicked I stay with with my heater
Woulda gave you the world but you turned to a eater
Mad

do the job yeah
But they don’t know who done it
It ain’t over, thought I told ya
It get wicked in my city
You ain’t a soldier
You can’t even kick it in