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died in a argument
They was hatin', that's why I'm way farther than 'em
'Member askin' my mom where my father been at
Ain't no talkin', that fire what

roll that fucking shit up
If you got drink in your cup hold that mutherfucker up
Bad bitches in the cut and bad bitches cutting up
All nigga my niggas

Your lil homie died, you ain't spin back
The fuck you scared or something
Them strikers on my ass
I run up 20 and bought all the guns
Address

Initiated

2Pac

Enter the Diamond Needle Dynasty

2000

Bad Boy killers 
Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers 
Then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver 
From the way you just got lit up 
Hit

Welcome to me ship, boys
You'll find her as warm and inviting as I am

There's a wicked captain by the name of Maggie Grey
The strongest arm

Full power

Pussy nigga what you say
What you wanna' do I'm waving the tech
At your crew pussy nigga what you say
What you wanna' do I'm on the grind

For the money I'm a deejay hands on deck
By the end of the night I'm a end in the bed
If the motives there I'm there I swear
Always sincere pull up

Many kisses on your wishlist just for you I'll do the dishes
Plus you make the best meals in the kitchen
A star inside my eyes is what I see in you you

Mm-hmm
Where at a time and place where it's like 
I can talk about what I need to talk about in music and just make art
So that's cool
Um, yeah
Yeah, do

to the future
Look in your eyes as I'm cutting off ties, after you gonna be calling me Krueger
Wait just a minute, now diamonds delivered, hop in the whip do

in your arms
Three in the morn
Happened so fast I ain't even know
Feel like I met you before
Really should chill could be just leading me on leading me

me
When the curtains close
If I died in your arms
It's right where I'm supposed to be

Lay me down in the ground by my hometown, girl
We, we

Brave in the Heart

Fat Joe

Endangered Species

2001

Invitin' the comp', ice on the arm
Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto God
I rip a nigga heart

Top Down

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

of thought I got nicer
Talking about Heiser
I'm an old dog and old dog's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never

if you’ll remember me
Would you cry me a river
If I fell to my knees and died in your arms
Would I be remembered
Be on your mind
If time passes by
If

niggas who been talking thus
Far inside of your chest I'm taking
Hearts with a thrust and bust your
Heart in my palm, I'll take arms
And a leg, for this

they do is sang (On God)
I heard you got your pole but you a bitch what you gone do with it
I ain't worried bout no bitch if she a slut I let my crew hit

and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I

It's a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G's replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So

like I lived and then I died right by your side
But you can't stop the hands of time
I better be leaving
No sense in waiting 'til the morning
Don't

might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit

I'll blaze your crew to dust and ain't a
Damn thing you can do to us
Listen to the legendary's quote
It gets addictive
Hip hop is not a disease it's
Just

cuts and wounds I've bound.
Busted arms, and busted heads,
Broken backs and broken legs,
I'd sooner put ye in a splint than have them put ye in

apart
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark
You gotta (Listen to your heart)

I JUST GOT HIT BY SIXTY MILES I THINK MY RIBS cRE BROKEN
GLcSS STUCK IN