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Cross that I'm bearing

A yo the game I almost over
It's time to live sober
We're in these last days 
No time for games like poker
You see the signs

doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)

Sin ti mi camino, se desaparece
Sin ti las espinas, son las que florecen
Sin ti, yo no vivo
Sin ti, no se escribe la historia del amor

Sin ti mi

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

time and it ain't no slack uh
Trip one time and they kick in your back uh

When I get my money right 
I won't say a word
But you gon' see the signs
I

then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats

Every weekend at 15 we hitting up a quince,
In 10th grade, my problems are solved more
Rap battles outside the commons, no comments uncalled for
They

for it
You can ignore my advances, but there may be no more chances
So I implore you to consider your finances
You've come for comfort but come up

Give me a sign
Give me a sign
Feel I been working forever with nothing to show for my time
Give me a sign
Lord if you willing
You seen all that

numbered
We flexin like the X-Men on rap veteran
That be's no question, boy ya need protection son
I'm burnin up check the temperature
Ya fuckin wit The Last

I'm sayin'?
He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales though (it's funny-)
Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son
Fuck we, we gotta-
Come on,

Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]

Raekwon

R.A.G.U. Rae and Ghost United

2007

I'm sayin'?
He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales though (it's funny-)
Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son
Fuck we, we gotta-
Come on,

man made it home,
I passed Menard brothers, I don't shop in there no more,
Dat mutha fucka been stink since dem Asians brought dat store,
Where Dale

My identity yeah ty yeah
My identity yeah ty yeah

Identity
Know who you are no forget tam
Don't be defined by the world now
Made by hands

If you want some love
And the sunshine
In the car led by the street signs
I'll be there
On the bay with you girl
I could not want no more
If you want

Gold Digger

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, hm, I was in for a big surprise
When I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brain locked, my

D-Elite

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore

son
I saw a sign that said no diving
So i dove head first
No limit no shirt no shoes i'm earnest
I don't get nervous i still get service
I don't take

LORD
Died in place of us and more so we're owning up

Good morning and evening
Like the first day made by The LORD
To you all every season
Is a good time

another big bum
I go in son
Making you a victim
Ain't nobody here wanna go and test cystic
Yeah I pop eyes when I cock then aim
Drive by ain't no witnesses

been like I got two chains
And no balls to cut them off cause that would be a pain 
Vasectomy New York now I've seen more than you would think man

I hit

United by a dollar sign
Divided by a decimal
Inner revelation
Outer revolution
United by a dollar sign
Divided by a decimal
Inner revelation
Outer

Joe's Garage

Frank Zappa

Joe's Garage: Act I

just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four

With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign

married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, hm, I was in for a big surprise
When I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brain locked, my