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is I never feel freer than here
When alone In a box
Knowing my every word is gon be judged by the outside world
What does that mean for me?
It's

Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still

Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem

From the spot where the hustlers
And all of the bangers be
If

skin, to be born a good man
Who's heart won't be shaken when storms roll a new
These roads that I've paved, I'll break me for you

A man will slave away

Can't Stop [Bonus Track]

Too Short

Lost [Bonus Disc]

1998

And realized that this rap shit was gon' help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin' fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I

A baby's born in the middle of the night 
In the local delivery room
They grab his feet, smack him 'til he cries 
He goes home the next afternoon

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

Too $hort, I'm In the House like that
Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack
And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this funky-ass

Josephine.
The hours creep on apace,
My guilty heart is quaking!
Oh, that I might retrace
The step that I am taking!
Its folly it were easy to be

I've had a kink in my neck since the day I was born                                                    
Buyin' new shoes every Monday cause by Sunday

head keeps pounding
Sounding like some voices in it kinda getting crowded
Astounded that they kicked me out it
I'm controlled by another entity
Telling

crowded house I am truly grateful
So many times my life could have gone astray
Make the wrong choice now I’m gone today
Everything I do to protect my peace

Who Wanna

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass

straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass

Gaza boy
I'm Just a young kid a mission
Gaza boy refugee living
Yea ya boy be spitting
All These bars I was born in this prison
Can't go outside

of his company
Was rudely interrupted by his secretary, Josephine
Gracelessly barging into the room to inform him
Of his wife, on the telephone with

preparation can't be stopped by your procrastination
So you just gotta take it
Dub on the song
So you know we bound to make it
You know we bound for greatness

Mercedes by the houses
How the fuck we end up in a salvage?
That's 'cause out a mole we make a mountain
Yeah, you don't ever rest
With your announcements

was saying that they had you
Pull up by your grandmother house, I receive some bad news
That was the second time I had learned, I couldn't trust

the river to the mainstream
I don't want to be an Underground King
Why sell myself short? I'm 5'7"
Only stool pigeons talk, who you tellin'?
That's

been held captive by my demons
For far too long 
I will hang you until you turn blue

Born again in a desolate world
My skin crawls at the thought

place?
To find the end, the better sign
Seems like we're born to die!
 
Why they are the ones who dictate rules?
We're alive and must control our moves,

I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin'
In the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy
Hit - now shit is flipped
'Cause niggas died

Wasn't born with this insanity type cast so you could brand me 
Price tag on my life and family got to think fast before you try and distract me 
I

These rules I abide by 
I was born & raised on the westside, west side
On my way to be great
Lost count on my days that I stay up late
Cuz I grind all day