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whisper it gently
Tell him soon I'll be on my way
Written by: David Harrison

was on my way
When I got home, a black car was waiting outside

Isn't it nice
To have something to believe in?
Isn't it it nice
To have somewhere you

much
He's kinda weird, sits by himself at lunch
I feel sorry for the guy, I should get him something good
Something to show him the meaning of Christmas

always get a nigga stoned
Baby with that body I can take you to Rome or maybe take you home, get our time alone
I feel like i'm in G-town cause you put me

more up
Keep on filling it up till it over spill
Grab me a solo that shot is to lil
Killing my liver got it reassembled
The son of David could see

speaking
Knowing I'm a beast by heritage to these behemoths
Just like King David to Goliaths
In a town where they sling shots between your eyelids
Third eye

Whoo hoo hoo
Brooklyn I'm back

Let's hear it for the 718
We got your Joan Rivers Foxy Brown
Beastie Boys and Jay Z
Neil Diamond David Blaine
RGB

your bike stolen
And now I'm grown red Coogi sweater dice rolling
I'm Mic holding, cause nobody flow as clean as me
Rolling through the town windows down

Bang Bang

T.I.

We Run ATL

2009

[Chorus:]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no

grade party when I suplexed Duds on his face
Couple pieces of his neck rearranged, strange, an eight year old kid a vertebrae from a case

K Town, birth

they
Reformed just to play with us
In their home town
Probably having no idea how exciting and
Flattering it was for us
(and how nervous we were to meet

Corn field rollin'
By my window
Back road kicking up dust

Pine tree groves 
Tin roof homes
This place ain't changed much

Railway running through

the thighs
And I know you want it
Hoes hatin and plottin they scream by
The way I flaunt it
Doing my thing how I want
Is how I represent it
Me and my hoes down

still lived in that same old town I never felt I had a home,
I was alone,
I did not belong.
Back then it was reality.
And those monsters are still there

Gone get myself a teasing brown
Because they are the best gals in your town
A teasing brown is the best brown after all
They will sit by you through

Talking Fishing Blues

Woody Guthrie

Bound for Glory

1956

of the lake
Some jump 
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots

Talking Fishing Blues

Woody Guthrie

This Land Is Your Land: The Asch Recordings, Vol. 1

1997

of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford

the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town

on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One

To the bottlebrush outside the Baptist Church
And there's a cult passed through
And you took me down
To an old duplex in the poor part of town
And he lay his hands

I Do It for You, Jane

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

and London on the beach at Malibu
I bought one for each facet of woman in you
By then you had retired from singing to bring our baby home
And I was winging

Billy the Bum

John Prine

Diamonds in the Rough

1972

of the old railroad track
Where the trains used to run
Carryin' freight by the ton
Blow the whistle as Billy'd wave back
But the children around Billy's home

cold word I was joined by this strange apparition He's a face like an old painters radio, disgrace was his family name. We payed cards I was happy just