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Feet dead in a box
Until my bent, cuz niggas wet it with shots
But it ain't gonna happen
I was known for strappin'
Switchin' up guns, and bang, your

Live or Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

on the phone
Puffin lah
Ready to die
So you huffin on your chrome

So if the Ruff wanna ride
The Ruff gotta die
Just like if Puff wanna walk
Then Puff gotta lie

How Many

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

for life
'cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his

someday

There comes a night
Without a doubt
But it will all be alright
The only voice I live by
Speaks out of kindness

So baby, oh, don't you lose

your own feet
Might find yourself danglin' by a ladder
Makin' you nervous, what's the matter
Better watch out, better lay low
Half Hanged Mary gettin'

Foul Cats

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil

1998

around with the chrome gat 
 This hoodrat know where the nigga home at) 
 Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that 
 This motherfucker bout to get

Ask eachother how we're doing just to lie
And if I cut off all my hair
Would I feel less like I wanna disappear
Just another day i'm trying to get by

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

used to love name not needed and I
Used to cruise down lake shore drive, now I'm so sleep deprived
Used to love ya that's a lie 
But she's gone now one

3) It's like Jazz 

(Ghasem:)
Yeah well what I'm saying is that it's like jazz, 
you know, the hip-hop approach is eh 
it's like jazz because you're

I feel like I'm cursed
It's always storming
Ignore this shit day by day without a warning
Emotions pour, emotions pour
Emotions pour, I said,

Ya Baby Call Me Daddy

Tim Smooth

Let It Be Written

explainations and verifications for everyone
And don't lie to my fuckin' son
Your Baby call me Daddy

[Chorus to fade]

I've been hit by the bus of love
That falling brick of you, yeah
Baby, when there's tears in your eyes
You don't have to lie
You don't need

Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail,
like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine

and the hipsters and the wannabe scenes
That ain't down home to me

I like two dollar beers, I like three dollar wells
At some old honky tonk bar that I know by

post in bed 
Well every time that I count to three 

Tell me why you playn  
All these games by baby 
Got me going crazy 
Yes or no not maybe 

Tell me

Sorry that's just how I'm living.
Either we getting this paper or baby we fuckin', 
so fuck how you feelin'.
Deuce to my ex girl, so glad that we ended.

All in Together

Skyzoo

The City's Favorite: The Mixtape

2006

The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept

Chip off the old block,

(Getta Beats, It's BlueStrip, baby)
(yeah, ayy, ShittyBoyz) yeah
We'll bring that to yo house, Joe Dumars
Okay, yeah, okay
Fuck around, yeah

I ain't paid my rent in three months
I'm so out of touch with feelings
I got lows and I got highs, I'm just trying to get by
I'm not perfect, baby

and said
Cool come on what you wanna do i told her whatever

Well i'm parked right outside she said lets take a ride and get lost in the night
Baby your

and
Put your feet up?
Did I really choose this life
That I'm living now?
Will my sins be forgiven if I speak them out?
I won't lie to you, God
If there is

shine wit a nigga. She said if she rap she gon sign to a nigga. She like bae look i aint got time for a nigga. And she keep it real she dont lie

up in my bed and I'm feeling kinda stuck
In this Tempur-Pedic mattress I don't wanna get up
Roll out of bed
Plant my feet on the floor
There's a girl