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heart out, tears falling like rain
Think this shit funny? Won't ever, no games
You did me wrong, I thought we did get along
But like fuck it, you heard

Throat game
No names
No hands
Just asthma
Talking get back mode
Like by prod by walkz
I have really
Been a reactor
Life in them
Treacherous trenches
From

Moving vehicle, bro get the fuck off my bonnet
Chip on shoulder, now I'm at it
Say I'm wrong now, I won't have it
Mass production, caffeine addict
Laser

feel it deep within, It makes me feel some type of way
Hooked on the feelin', I can easily get carried away
There's some times I hope it's just a phase

Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet

The Corner

The Last Poets

The Corner

2005

Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet

breezy
Then get her box ate get my bread cheesy
I walk by faith, walk by faith
Not by sight, not by sight
Block what's wrong, block what's wrong
Do what's

Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

trigger pullin'
that's how we be
loadin' clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets

could get any nigga maxed out
So I'm up early in the morning, eyes open wide
Up early in the morning, take a peak outside
Yea early in the Marley, 3 Birds

over her chest Iike chocolate we spread
All her hungers here get fed
Mixed in deep like them ingredients of bread
Freaky like the newly wed
All night

Deep Down Body Thurst

N.E.R.D.

No One Ever Really Dies

2017

thurst
Wrong
Deep down body thurst
Hey hey, yay yah

Oh, you won't get away, yeah
Oh, and hey, by the way eh, eh, eh

Man, fuck what you say
We're

Apache, that's me, I get in rappers' ass
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three

One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said

at the top
I'ma make sure all my niggas soak it up, every drop
I get a bitch and tell her, "suck my brother up 'til he pop"
I promise by the end of the year

sight
So we just get by
Look up to a sky that cycles through these days and nights
With thoughts on our minds
Like do we even have the time
To chase these

cuz I wanted to thug it
That shit get thrown up in yo face by ones who claim that they love you
You either with me or against me blood or not bitch it's

every time they get touched
Sammy on the play, make a run, than slid up
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for

here calling Wi-fi
"Wee fee"
But her mama got an ass, she a peach tree
Only know how to move fast, she '3G'
And you never get it fast when I'm too deep

want you to go home
(Home)
With me All the time!
Never think about it
Baby I just need you by my side! Yeah!
(By my side)

You're my Luv3r!
In my eyes

Someday

Scarface

The Fix

2002

the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me

The smoke got my mind
And the water bouta flood in
Momma said get it right
Counted to ten
By the count of three
Wan no plea
Bring yo ass in
Wanted the tree so

my three chord bullshit
And lyrics, I'll get out of your way
Ay ay ay
Nothing like a hook in the mouth of an ol' white whale
Get the groove inside

problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog

wanna feel no emotion
I can not feel no emotion
Wont let em get any closer
My pain running deep as they ocean
Nigga been jockin me hoes they be crossin me