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Somethin' gave my soul a start
Swift the black off my rusty heart
Maybe it's the hand of fate
Could be the angel, needin' that eat

A child could tell

Move On

A+

Latch-Key Child

1996

me relax my dome
My whole joint's blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva'
Ties will never sever
You

Hey baby, its cold outside 
Why dont you make up your mind
By default it aint lasting too much

Oh joy, here we go 
Feels down under inside 
You shot

today
Now would ya 

I don't see why you're hurting me this way
You gotta look beyond that colour and race
My friend 

Chorus:
Es ist schön Dich zu sehen

the black like a bow tie
She a gift to the world
And I know why
Every day she get better
So fly
Some say
Some play
I don't mix words
Some stay
Some bae
I

the real me
The real me
Want to be swept up by your tides
Wash away the fears I keep bottled inside
Don't let me hide
Don't let me pout
Let your love cleanse

on that my man shit
Wanna go on that trip, baby, where you wanna go? I'll plan it
When you get crossed by someone close, it's damage

If you ever tell me

I squash it like flies
Yeah, and I know she want a real dude
When I pull up and I show that baby what it do
You know I ain't gon' fucking stop
Imma

ass pull your hair all night
Imma beat it up till your legs shake all night
You gone call me daddy by the end of the night
Neighbors know my name that's

any figure, quick on the trigger

Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella 'cuz I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenon, we come

the way don't fuck your stepbrother
PornHub's fucked up guys

Swing back and forth between phases like a pengeulum
Is meaning sustainable are my emotions

don't fuck with snow
Always had to hustle though, ain't afraid to tussle, hoe
Westside baby found my brook like I'm Russell bro
And I wasn't born by

about
From the South-West but I'm chilling in the South
Style is so sick it's got you foaming from the mouth
Like Rabies, chicken pox on babies
My mind is

family mourn

Steal your soul watch as it leaves floats up souring
Used to smoke on my suorin- I'm turning my lungs black I ignore it

I have no tolerance

up ferocious for those who can focus
Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples
Never make movies, so don't talk sequels
So, hon
Save the chit-chat

rappers in my stable
I'll lasso with anyone off their high horse, this ain't my first rodeo
Niggas spurred by bull, if they think they can go toe to toe

He Say She Say

Rhoda Morgan

From Brixton to Brooklyn [Clean]

my heart)
Say you'll pick me up at nine, you have me ready waiting by the door. It's gone twelve you didn't call (like a bullet through my heart)

a fuck,
blasting The Clash in the whip to get my courage up.
One thing 'bout music, when it hits you feel untouchable,
indestructible, word to Tibet,

Living by my limit's baby not on these laws
I don't need much but damn I want it all
Got some issues that can never get resolved
They show me this

Street Life

JT the Bigga Figga

Longbeach 2 Fillmoe

2001

called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so

Back in the Day

Ahmad Lewis

Hip Hop, Freestyle & R&B Platinum Classics

2011

a little gigolo
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis

had said
But don't worry baby we'll all end up dead
Scattered on the beaches
Our heads hang low
That's the way that we end the show
Always so depressed

Push Play until something happen
Even when you cant no more
Geno boy story
Fucking horror movie
Ah was in the midst
Save by his glory
Cutting babies

move
Yea im lil but im big homie
Dont make me send my dawgs to test u

Slide on em make em refuge
Gotta get it dawg by any means
She fucked on my dawg