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Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

them bullets was cappin'
adam's apples i'm scoutin'
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get 'em
very seldom do you see me,

headphones pumpin' that Cherchez LaGhost (Yeah)
My eyes all red from the garlic I smoked (Smooth)
I move, grabbin' her by her waist, I'm kissin' her cheek

It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they

Or playing basketball in the Wards of psych
With side effects
There's not a single Medication I like
Bipolar took gym time Away
Still I'm the conditioning King

Carter 5 time
Give me high five, my fire high
I'm waving bye bye, to the fireflies
I got guys on your guys guys
And your guys guys
RIP to Soulja Slim,

alone I fear

Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

I'm a grown man don't  have time to Play
Chopper hit em make 'em Harlem Shake
I need my money like right away
It's just a real Nigga holiday 

Holiday,

Little Big Man

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back

in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Just Another Band from L.A.

1972

(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

By two o'clock,

I'm ran up some money
Did it by myself, I'm ballin' by my lonely Did it by myself, why you stay actin' funny
I keep gettin' money, fake shit, keep away

Every time I was dishonest, I would feel bad for the longest
Maybe that's why I feel bad still, I put you first and I'm last still
Sometimes I wanna just

pray to God that this work gon' sell
That this work gon' sell
Even day ones out here getting jerked go tell
We shoot first oh well
Tryna make it out by

check on the third
Loso Loaded get that check on the first
Crime paid, this the life that I chose
I'm Slaughter Gang, niggas draped up in gold

wanna say the chosen one I'm the one
Natural high when you see me walking by I'm the guy with the why living deep inside a lie
I'm in time with

First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three

at the food pavilion at Build-A-Bear
Warrior's mind, I'm pro-hydrocodone euphoria
In the Drug Emporium line, I'm soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at a time

I Be Thinking

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times

(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range

away the pain
Yeah, hoping that it
I was down on my last, reached out, nobody reached back
So many who said they would ride for me
Now I'm looking like,

I've tried to write that feeling
I've tried to feel that way yeah
Twelve nights and now I'm healing
Search but I'm gone away yeah
My journey is

this sick gameplay
You see I ran away six times before I even reached thirteen years old
Spending nights in piles of freezing snow sometimes in old barns

can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good