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clothes all on my body
I got the drip that you can’t even order (Uh uh)
I got a n***a right by my side (Yea!)
And you know he keep the burner
I got n

Wishin' for paradise in a place
Where I'm against the odds
Rough nights then gun fights had me
On the edge of death
But some how some way god
Chose to spare

the city that’s turning people crazy but nah you ain’t seen nothing pretty as I, a Rose Out Of Concrete, the city is mine
Whoever said oil and water don’t

T-E-V-I-A to N
That's what you need
What you see
T-E-V-I-A to N
Now let's take that ass
Get my vivid bands
Go
Go
Go
Don't be a pity inside of the city
You

Cross Bronx Expressway

Fat Joe

Make It Reign [Clean]

1998

didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause sometimes I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money

Roses are blood
And violets are violence
Silently I'm walkin' on the chalk lines
Hi there
I wish I could wave bi
But either side someone loses

dumb like where is yo gun
 
Trackstars we makin em run Rockstars let's have us sum fun guitars black hearts n drums 

She know I’m not one of them 
Fuck

the holster
Everyday feels like forever
But it's never getting better
Man my city need something
Y'all we need to come together
Lost my homegirl to the gun
I

handicap like all the times that my dad missing 
Mama rose I love you for the times that you had with me
Shouting R.I.P rest in paradise, had some thoughts

Imma just call you my clementine 

When we together it's Paradise 

Good for each other we sterilize 

Chocolates , flowers

Showing my love when I step

No Time to Think

Bob Dylan

Street Legal

1978

as you slowly sink
And there's no time to think.

In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity,
In secret, for pieces of change.
The empress

daai talks in die paradise dock en rook 'n four pipe
I’m heart sore, thought we heavy tight, how could you pack up and line
Like that bra, you told me

a chance
If I stay here
If I stay here
I'm so fly, catch a contact high even on stand by
N***as lie and they lie
I'm the guy with the scythe
Takin lives, I

Roses 
Another bastard casket closes, 
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses 
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4

Come Gangsta

Tech N9ne

Everready [FYE Exclusive]

2006

your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me

I shoulda been done come wit

I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach

jiggy in the city n I’m black owned (Yessir)
It’s gettin cold go n cut them Christmas lights on (Getting so cold out here)
So cold that u can’t leave

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

Empowering our people
N building all yours up
Every other city we go
All my ppl living po'
Lil nigga get yo dough
Cuz da world is a ghetto
Every other city we

neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept

up )
then have your family light the candle  (light er up)
that metal saw is what we sit by    (click clack) * gun cock)
cause that ghetto law is what

Tweeter and the Monkey Man

The Traveling Wilburys

The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

1988

It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said

Surrounded by the world's negatives
Use my message as a weapon
To reflect what method gives
Any place can feel like Heaven based on where the Devil is

Jack City
Set it off with the eighty-fity
Y'all missin' the buck, what the fuck?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough b-
Lemme see ya