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Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show

Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Eazy-E

It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa

1993

Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show

thing
When she’s at your crib
I’m the one you think of 
You know you ain’t nothing but a drifter 
I’m telling you this once 
I can’t let you back in 

the question sticks, did I give it my all

I let her down and in the fray
I did the same to myself
Thought there was nothing I could do
Nothing without her help

My shoes are worn
My heart is cold
From walking down this lonely road
Where I am the only drifter

No one dares pass me by
All I can do is wonder why

(Miss Ro)

(it's Divaj)

Imma have to let you know

Nothing personal

Imma have to let you go

Nothing personal

Without you here, i need to grow

Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who

Love Line

LeAnn Rimes

Remnants

2016

Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who

may know
You might have heard of me

So either way, I'll fit in just fine
So just love me by doing nothing
And perhaps, by not shaking the county

This fake me got problems
Listen when I tryna solve 'em
His spider web is analyzing the next victim
While the drifter rap is surprised by the next scene

Traveling Boy

Art Garfunkel

Angel Clare

1973

One night of love beside a strange young smile,
As warm as I have known,
A travelin' boy and only passing through,
But one who'll always think

I'll sit camly at round tables with weapons well formed against me/
enter realms of dreams/
seven sentries by the entry/
shackled visions/
Ill wills

be
It's who I am, not sorry
Manipulate me, watch me fall into the creek
I know you hate me
So watch how hateful I can be

You are worth nothing
Fuck

hush redeems
He hears no sacred word
That calls from way off somewhere
Where the highway's never heard

I never see you until
The captain lets me have my

'll have nothing to give

I'm the loneliest drifter that I've ever known
Wherever I go they say go on home
And that's always easier said than done
When

What can I give to the God of Heaven
The One who ransomed my heart
What shall I render to the king of glory
Nothing but all that I have
What can I

something silly yeah she know I had to shoot
I can win that bird but I can't loose

Do not know nothing
Yeah
They do not have a clue
Bringing money like

Mike, we just follow these steps
So muh'fucker if you cheated would come next
One of the Internet just means you got to have sex
Non-believers, you can

you
And I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion

Funkentelechy

Funkadelic

Greatest Hits 1972-1993

1994

Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Have it your way)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Ooh, who was that? Ha ha ha ha ha ha, oh oh oh)

The salvation

Guns and Cigarettes

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

late, took a chair in the rear
But my classmates were well away how long I'd really been there
My peers have been held back for years, holding back

And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
'Til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
And I

of a lowlife
A bee who's left its hive
The barrel at your head
will paint with blood these skies

Drifter on the loose
High on self-abuse
I wish you all drop

And who will say that I stayed much too long? 

Clothes of sand have covered your face, 
Given you meaning but taken my place, 
So make your way on down