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busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in

rivals
This that gangsta shit know they can tell just by the title
Try and buy a verse then I'm a charge you by the vowel

Came round here the only thing

Only thing left this song that I wrote for you, damn
Aye, three verses
Moms Killa Kels and you, three purses
Us against the world, it don't matter we

Mind on Our Money

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

BTNHResurrection

2000

souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started

big, this big, need Excedrin
And excessive marijuana in
My motherfuckin' prison
We would wrap it like a present
We would act it like the preset
You was

The Ultimate Victory

Chamillionaire

Ultimate Victory [International Version]

2007

a song (Don't get the track listing wrong)
This ain't even a song
This is a beat that I must release therapy on
Everybody singin' that they wanna see me

everything, won't take long
Please, take this into consideration
We, the men of our family, must be patient
And not fall for instant gratification
Provided by

me, yeah (do it for me)

What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it hoes? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three
What's

I serve a beating, best believe that shit's three courses, check it

Aye!

Aye aye!

Gang

Think we done made our point, let's kick it
For real

Zoro

Bro that shit over bro,
I'm on to bigger things gang
It is what it is, we live and we learn
But we just chase for this cheddar man,
3x where y'all

coffee dashes out the door
Luckily she was on time for her bus ride
Got in walked to the back sat by the window

As she's listening to music she's back

Absolution will come at this rate
Clogged up now, no more space
Closing the gate, do not be late
We'll go back, but at what date?
Hit his feelings, blocked by

be the reaper
Snatching your soup out of your sneakers
And we all surrounded by leeches the devil is so deceiving disguised himself as a preacher damn

a hustler
All Money In, No Money Out, bitch and we gone forever hustle
And I built all this by myself so let me gone flex a muscle
Fuck a first class, I ain't

the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by

I've been yearning for new life, yeah you could say
Don't got no time for bitterness, have a good day
You know I'm going all out, never halfway
This

But damn this just can't be it
I mean I'm having a blast
Plenty cash if I need it
But niggas hate when you on
They'd much rather you need em
They hate

the bol can't be touched but ima show you some ways
I don't play by the rules I break them it don't stop
Life or death got to choose we taking it

together, driving up north despite the weather
Think it's in spite of you cause we thought a lot about where to move
How I could I find a new love in this

side cause i'm kind
Pot heads a bad sign bad title
Girlfriend boyfriend end with end
Our souls are gold we live as two duo twin with a blunto
Wifey hold

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart

set a reminder
He only three feet away met him off Grindr
Freak hoe bitch said what
Venom on me stick it in my huh
Don't stop 'til I go numb
Megan said

can see 
(Yeah)
I mean it’s wild I would rather be in your company 
(In ya company) 
And after that I would rather be in yo custody 
(In ya)
All we need

Get You Mad

King Tech

This or That [Wushow]

1999

but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like