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the ending from the start so
I'm gonna be alright
Cause
He chose me
That shows me
I am worthy
Of being loved by the King
I am His rose
The theme of His song

DWYCK

Gang Starr

Hip Hop Forever

1998

for a fee, not for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don't ever ever, think

likkle sit'n
Pretty like rose
Fully Sixx a tag up under all she post
Gyal ina mih bed
And have on all mih gold
Then take out mih cocky
And snatch mih soul

crush tonight
It’s gon be alright
Damn you getting played
Like a game of backgammon
Watch she runaway from you
Like Dakota fanning
Wild n out In that

trusted you to
But love is a lie n trust is a fool
I'm justified i ain't got nothin' to prove
Kuz
roses are red but tha money is blue
So it ain't nun

up without a father
Only tryna make it through the hard times
Life can be mean but you gotta bear it sometimes
I used to think life was a bed of roses

If I Catch A N**** Slipping Then
Its On Sight
If I Think A N**** Tripping Then
Its On Sight
If You N****s Keep B****ing Then
Its On Sight
If I Even

them feminine ways boy don't you know you a small joke?
But imma get it together n' make my people so proud tho
A real quick lover but wit' no secrect

A duffel bag  of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how

shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung

aren't you getting ready
I lit the fuse but by the likings of you
My gosh my heart's gone crazy
Oh lets it move
It's a new bed of roses you threw
I'll

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,

for a fee, not for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don't ever ever, think

won't hide
It's pushing it full throttle
A bullet for tomorrow
Blood up gut check slam it down
Chicks With Guns
Chicks With Guns
Bathed in roses shining

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

that i don't know

yeah alright mmh yeah
and leave the door wide open
for time will be coming round to pass
it always does yeah alright yeah mmh

lay

Roses 
Another bastard casket closes, 
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses 
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4

what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, alright

Just dance gonna be okay
Da da doo doot-n, just dance
Spin that record, babe
Da

two pounds, right on my shelf
AR-15 and I built it myself
I'm always right so I never look left
Empty the clip n**** 'til nothing left
Start talking

K-A-N-O
I was like N-O, you know my M-O
I say it to your face, no memo
I'm on the roads like lines that are yellow
Real, you are not like Ghetto
I'm back

on the seventh, my n- 
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'

, I spun it

That's what my girls say (ya dig?)
Everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé
When we thirsty (Young Mula, baby)
Kyuh, kyuh

Yeah come throw it back with the 070, 93
Yuh come hang on the block with the 070, 93
Yuh pop out on these hoes like a rose that came out from

my N** every location we lock it
If your family say the word
We let it pop by the end of the week
We at your site giving you your Flowers
Since you