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It's either eat or get ate, ain't no rules in this shit, you know how these streets play
I keep it on me, gold chains on my neck, bad bitch by my side

Just want a
Big house
Baddest bitch by my side
20 acres and nice ride
Got the
Gold gat
On my thigh
Always staying high
On my own supply

That's how

fall all over myself
So I'm the fool every time
Will you still love what I say
And if I stay, would that be alright
Cradle rocks from side to side

found a great thing, that thing you love
I'm happy to be alive with you by my side
So let's fly in the lovely sky and glide

When I think of her warm

gone be looking for me by they side  

So where do we go stuck in a love triangle 
It don't make sense any more
So where do we go 
When my heart knows it

of Samyaza, a man who plays people for fools and makes their lives harder because they now have to climb a mountain named Hermon in a life meant to be

And that's the way it seems
Candles burn down to the table

Keith never talked to much
But smiled, blue eyes gold
There must be a story
Behind every fool you

And that's the way it seems
Candles burn down to the table

Keith never talked to much
But smiled, blue eyes gold
There must be a story
Behind every fool you

lock it down
So when you bitches need me, call
(By your side with my scythe and red wine)
I'll make 'em wish they never lived at all
(I'll fuck 'em

you a fool (hangin' with a fool)
We cutting the loose end, man he is a nuisance
Sometimes we just gotta be cruel
But he don't really think we gon' shoot

it…and look I know you keep your gun, but I’m that gun by your side. Trust me, Dawg ain going for none I’ll be out Hunting If you died! Never will I take

I'ma take em' six feet underground
We goin to the darker side of town
I ain't like the way I used to be
Don't pretend to know me kill em slowly

Tryna die? Why you try fool ooh
Move side to side strafe when I
Shoot
My riders ride like the side of a motorcycle
My demeanor not polite so nobody acts

I say
Gettin to the money that's all we know
Middle of the drought tryin to move that snow
Get that flip that stack that dough
Side hit that bitch

to last forever.

Am I helping you look good,
Holding up the room,
Speeding in the getaway, getaway 

This feels so good to be bad by your side 
And I know

Killa Kali

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And niggas who ain't in it gettin shot by
Standards on the block
Smokin like bomb
Fools given up they cell
Gettin sideways leaven

Down South

Jazze Pha

Big Money Heavy Weights

2003

ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
New cars new rims with the work in the drop
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
Two ghetto ass

down
 When we ride don't be holding that weed up high
Hold it down
Keep that strap by ya side hold It down
Hold it down
Don't be worried bout the boy

not be stung

Jesus, son of man, even God forsook thee
Offer can't refuse: come and follow Me
Make a secret pact, brothers be in arms 
Fighting side by

Romance in Durango

Bob Dylan

Desire

1976

pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim

with the taste
of a momentary lie 
The fantasy twists 
my veins are turning dry 
but I want you by my side
I want you so

Your rare scent that nobody

you by my side (Yah)

Should make up with my enemy, make peace with all my chances to be a fail
Better give you my whole recipe, oh my gosh I feel so

bold, pale of gold
Be fresh, never flesh
Be wise, otherwise
Be cool, not a fool

these lies
And believe you again there's no means to an end
Yet these times feel so right when you're here by my side
Swim too deep can't turn back got me