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prolly be locked down in a can
Linked bad ting wouldn't be your man
Take off ting where I land my hand
Care what you say, I don't do all that
Cuz

Love Always

El DeBarge

20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best of Motown '80s, Vol. 2

2002

make me
I know that it's so hard to be true
Under the summer skies
I'll write your name in my cook
At a thousand times
And every day you're away

Midwest Choppers

Tech N9ne

Misery Loves Kompany

2007

its fame or we can aim
Release your brains it ain't no thang

MIDWEST CHOPPERS

Yerm Sayin? 
We livin in pain
And it?s a shame that you, came

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

the influence i had when i vent every line i write in this wrinkled old notepad
I got a gift from god blessed by the divine 
They took my dignity and pride 
But

But you hard, when you go in the floor, pop dance? 
What you offering, put it, write an offer in
They take it all, cash, credit, silver, down

worth of food packed in a mini-fridge
A quarter grand in checking that I'll forward straight to rent
Taking ten years off fall behind all of my friends

North Carolina Shore
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody

E/Em/c/cm-----E/Em/c/cm-----E/Em/c/cm

E
His haven was on Carolina Beach
Em
Found him in letters,

I'll walk in through your back door and sit down
On your couch
Eat a nice warm bowl of Wacky Mac, and talk to you about
Everything I've done

50 Shot Ya

50 Cent

Bulletproof, Vol. 4

2008

in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass

I got, "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
I'm the young

shit

Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was

Good To Call Or Write My Fans""
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you

I bet they'd go outside and I'm fine
Still dying, and I'm yours
Is that why you're still crying?
Could have the whole wide world in the palm of my

Welcome to me
I'll give you my time
I'll call your name and wait for your kind
It's only me
By myself and I
You never knew the blue in my eyes
Lie

cities split 'posed to let
Black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is
Satan carryin' your ass
I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin

No Shame in My Game

Gang Starr

Daily Operation

1992

you, then you told your friends you saw me
Well say what you want 'cause all of mine is intact
In fact I'll have you open like a hooker's gap
I like

don't get my way
But im still finna say im sorry
'Cause you know I'll make amends
I'm on my way to make these m's
Got to paint the bigger picture
Write my

ya wife in red and pair in twos like handmaids
Then steal ya baby on its birth day for the grand parade
Fuck your pampers day I'll slice your face off

plays the part
You can pray but don't pray too hard
Cause all you can love is a flag
Stars stripes and a line in the sand
Not line it's a wall, not a wall

Smoke

Denis Leary

No Cure for Cancer

1993

You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?

The cops are outside, "We know you have

unfolded and my eyes were glued
Maybe if he kills me now, I'll rise anew
He looked down at the sheet, inscribed in runes
"We'll test your mettle with

killers from the A all the way to the coast
Still the realest in my city but I never gotta boast
Say my name in vain ima slide through
Now I'm here pussy

you out there waiting
Soaked by the spray
Held by your hunger
In pain upon pain

Is it you who knows loving
Is opening your hands
Letting water run

of the Corvette
Hey, hey
Supreme triple beam, clocking in this cream

Fuck on your hoe, I'm sniffing up the blow
I'm down for 24s, fuck Dig Grayson
I'm chasing