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My nigga they coming after ya, told em bring me yo stomach
I hate to get out of character
But I made a promise
To myself that I was going

and use the pay phone when I ran out of minutes
I can tell by your homie tone that y'all ain't bout your business
Big homie always use to put me on he

tryna count these loads ?
Okay, let go and get it,
You ran out and need some more,
I just might drop the ticket,
I get these bitches by the load,
I might

turning traitor same way Jay did to Dash
Used to doubt but now we out you say we're the best
Since you sold a video, get played on Select
Had a picket up

And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen 
Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets
I'm on the wrong track, road back 
Fuck it, I'm

the game like no intermission
And I make that money while I'm taking a piss
And I sold out my show when I ran out of tickets
Any clothes that I want? No I

my ticket, 
To show it once again, 
Overhead the lockers, 
Are full up to the brim, 
Of shiny souvenirs, 
Duty-free and film, 
The Cabault 37,

people go from my company and they sold out
I know that they jumpin' straight into Hell, I pray that they nosedive
Mama said don't leave out the house if

driving by château
Beverly Hills never sold my soul
Beverly Hills never sold my soul and I really think you gotta get a grip on life
Spending all your money

I'm so real I persuade them before the shit Sold
Look at your boy on the front of the page
I guess that I'm ready to break out the cage
I'ma run through

Hurt That Nigga

Jayo Felony

Crip Hop

2001

from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket

I'm tipping the scale
Don't call me white, I'm pleasant in pale
Pretty in pink when I'm tearing up tail
Smart when I think, so I stay out of jail
That's

lookin' at me like, where it's at
He sold his gat, now he out here lackin', tryna get it back

I fell in love with a 7-Ward girl, cause she a savage
I

and apple pie
And we did what we could to get by
Sold tickets to the great gig in the sky
And the moon was neon green
On the track suit of the corduroy queen

On Fire [Remix]

Tone-Loc

Loc-ed After Dark

1989

cut is on fire

Causin much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are

it's too late
But in all honesty
Life's where mistakes are made
Tickets to heaven
Are they sold out?
It's been a hard life
And I'm worn out
I wanna

to wait
I cash out and bought a wraith
We got the loads we got them bows shit get sold before it come out the plastic
I be on go I slept on the floor I'm

stacked
Selling out but ain’t sold out, people asking where I’m at 
I’ve been Loki like a villain, feeling out my next move 
Solo dolo that’s for sure

With twenty dollars in the pocket of some old jeans
Came across a few salesmen that sold dreams
But we wasn't gon quit uh uh by no means
We started

it back
In a world where dreams are sold
I'm chasing after pots of gold
A brand-new chapter, fresh start
New money's flowing through my heart
No longer

on a mission

Come get it dont get it all wrong
Come get it by the end of the song I'm gone
Come run across the lawn
By the time it's gone sold out so long
No

that[00:33.95]Long way from from the lil nerd in school who'd take the bus back[00:36.67]One way ticket to the destinations that I dreamed back then[00:39.98]Years

put a ring around for my X to go
You can't wife a ho
The game's to be sold not to be told
You better leave her on the po' for sho'
And let some 40 old

One Song At A Time

Mark Knopfler

Down the Road Wherever

2018

mutineers
Turned off at twelve o'clock
The shyster takes a ringside seat
As they're bringing them from the jail
Twenty thousand tickets sold
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