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brothers
No heat, cold nights tug-a-war for the covers
Until I discover the facts I'm better than that
Middle room rolling hills you was showing me rap

it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them

on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know that you wishing I was
Just draped

the 'Vette)
Exchange my life for my respect
I been through hell and been neglected
I been in the booth a couple hours, I'm restless
If she come by the room

for the pass
Toxic boy told you I love you but cut you off quick cause the pussy was trash
Yeah
Red light green light squid game
I told my brother we

Under Pressure

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
In Paris, right by the Eiffel,

that he was gone
Walked into the room i see my mama on the floor
She gat her heart broken by the man that she loved
Tears in her eyes i felt pains when

the days till I help my brothers back in Lagos speaking money wise

Verse 1:

Welcome to the Southside I’m living Southside of the Thames just by Croydon I

The age that he was he
Always presented himself to be
More mature it's very rare that you find
Somebody at the age of 20
21 and sit them down, in front

me, yeah
This shit ain't by chance
I'm gettin' my cash in advance
I never accepted no handouts
Was all in my plans
The others all love to just rant
But

your life went
They say God has plans but where the fuck was Jesus Christ then
Yeah, do it in the booth
Yeah, I'm spittin' nothin' but the truth
Yeah,

It was the wrong time
I said
I said to my brother CJ, I said shit
We ain't never been two for two
I'm in the booth right now, I'm recording
I'm still

For da Love of da Game

DJ Jazzy Jeff

The Magnificent

2002

I got love for the game that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth
Never lying to the people always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my

and inhale to my lungs
You thirsty for love and I kill my thirst by sipping out of this styrofoam cup

(fuck it I’ll cool in my room)

Fuck it I’ll cool in my

Im in the booth and
I dont need no pen
Two seater coupe baby 
Come and jump in
Two seater coupe baby
Come and jump in
I dont even know if there's room

I'm like, fuck this world, I'ma leave this bitch
Man  my brother, mama died I can still see the hurt up in his eyes
That's why I love that nigga

I'm from the Phate, i was born I was raised
Fuck Charleston niggas, you niggas be fake
Fuck all you rappers you all sound the same
Got love for my

was gang against the world we helped one another
But nowadays we don't even call each other brother
We supposed to ball together
Put our pain in

I be feelin' like my brother, you can catch me in the Jeep
But when I hop up in that Chevy, you can't catch me in the street
Or you can catch me in

Little Girls

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

when she was born, you might leave her alone
She's trouble homeboy, with a big fat "T"
Little girls like that make old men peek
Then a brother like me

In love with you pistol I ain't leaving with out you
Feel like everywhere it's like I need her in the room
Fake love got me day dreaming in the room

carry scissors
Spongy is out, I'll be back in the winter
The judge said I was going to jail
I said, fake news
They can't lock me and my brothers up
Now

You know, one connection that
I have, you know
To, I believe everyone in this room
But especially with like me and
Virgil and Don C and
Fonzworth

Told by the voices of the lost 
Hope was in her lungs 
When she would get her point across 
You could live your life or own your life 
The choice is