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needed her love
But she live too far
The drive to her
Is a day by car
I hate long-distance
But I’ll do it for you
Because without you
I wouldn’t know what

got fast
Get the bag, relapse 
Young g pop tags
Living life to the max
Have you ever gotten stoned with your dealer?
I ain't doing lines, I ain't

Thugz Mansion

Nas

Better Dayz

2002

see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside

see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside

Sound of the Zeekers @#^**?!

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by

In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin

(and she probably won’t have all the love her mother would have given her). Some relatives had given her that name because of the circumstances that

Reason for Rhyme

Eightball & MJG

Hot Mixx

1997

though fat lp's can make a nigga g's 

Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop 
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop 
Drop

my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was

the gall bladder with this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs

Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over

girl I'm in a miles reach
If I wasn't stupid we'd have something pure
Now I'm laying on the floor
Wishing that we had more, had more
I chose the wrong

girl I'm in a miles reach
If I wasn't stupid we'd have something pure
Now I'm laying on the floor
Wishing that we had more, had more
I chose the wrong

Baby, I'm on the road
But it's all good, though
I love you, love you, I'ma call right back
(That boy Cassius) but it's all good, it's all good

shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly

Pandemonium

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 1

2011

Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is

know these hoes wanna know us
Still got some niggas they plugged in Fadoras (yeah)
I got these bitches exploring like Dora (woo)
Lost in the sauce no

We stay ridin' dirty and my soul stays educated
I always knew you could get high
But have you ever opened up your Third Eye
With fuckin' Salvador Dali

Everybody's talking G5s
I'm still in my Levi's
Fresh pair of Filas, head covered by knee highs
I'mma keep it G until the G.O.D receives me
Jesus is

inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown

chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay

times
Young Travie do it with his closed eyes

Y'all niggas couldn't fathom sauce
If I ever had to hand it to you like a fourth time
You're fourth row

the smell of your perfume
Intoxicated by those fumes 
Use to look me in the eyes like I was special to you too
Don’t need a group I’m good with two it’s all

and fly away with me
For miles and miles away
Love will take us where we want to be
High above the moon
High above the moon
Uhuuuuuuuuuuuu
Close your eyes