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sortin' straws (get off)
"I'm gonna go out young, Do I feel like I'm gonna die sooner than later?"
(Damn straight)
"I'm definitely cool with that man, ya

for the real thing
He can show you where it went

There's a young faith healer he's a woman stealer
He will cure by his command
When the music's hot

My girl left me I don't give a shit
That's a lie I want to die for all the love that I couldn't give
If you don't get it by now I doubt you ever will

the water splashing waves fam
Used to want to be a ninja
Turtle when I was eight fam
We were young shellers eating
Pizzas in estates man
I'm still here in

Chicken Heads

Carl Thomas

The Best of Junior M.A.F.I.A.

2004

hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I

Chicken Heads

Carl Thomas

The Wonderful World of Cease A Leo

1999

hopin they could go for a ride
Get a lady by my side, when we puff La
If a nigga try me, shit, rather die
She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I

and you play the joker and die 
heath ledger 
reality but you're blinded by a dream seller
 I don't mean Luther King 
I used to wear Doc Martens

I bitch?

She look at my pinky ring
The bitch start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy I’d
Rather be

rather die than let them come get me, I'm Don Pablo (Escobar)
Got hit with five though, pulled over, caught with the Roscoe (glock 9)
Coke had his nose

permanent ink flow
Got the choppers, pop yo partners, fill em up like empanadas
Young man, any given day could be yo last
Elevate yo mind, intertwine

a shooting comet
Cuban shining
King Tut' timing
Buying all of your jeweler's diamonds
Chris Lighty taught me
You can live faithfully and die gracefully

got him man I'm riding if they rob him 
Friends try and warn me that I'll end up in a coffin
But I'd rather die a legend I ain't live my life for

Let's drink to Isabella
In a room full of repairs
Covering the bruises and scratches
From the wild and restless years
By the time those glasses reach

Hiatus

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I

indifferent
To the blood, and the rain, I don't feel it
I remember being young
Trying to navigate the ghetto and knowing my day would come
Unmarked officer

dishonor
Rather meet my maker
I won't see your honor
I'll get carried by six
Before I'm judged
By twelve
Life as a soldier
The world get colder
Weight just

jo, na-do hii shit for fun
But the bars is tight, ask my nigga GuyOne, uh

In this Nairobi, where we get money
Hoes work late, but babies die early
Mama

pray for a life where your son doesn't carry a gun
A life on the run
What RVSE say
You think you'll live by that sword you won't die by one
You got life

“It my Duty”

It's my duty fuck the judge even its judy/ unruly live by the codes or die fooly/ no goofies made mistakes but yours truly/ never back

to push ,
These things no longer make me ecstatic I’m feeling numb,
They go and come 
But what stays ?
I sold all of my 1s  No longer Young , what good is

once,
But you die once too,
They Rico’d the hood, 
Cuz u aloud one through,
Just threw a shirt on,
Hope the blood don’t seep through,
I only got one that

nothing but success
I’m tired of feeling pressed
So I took that weight that I been feeling from a young age 
And put that toxicity to rest
Yet nevertheless

Sebi cell food
Nourished by the verse
I sell food
Movement clandestine
Domestic war
As a young veteran
In the cut like antiseptic
Daily working at my

guys all mesmerized
Sprung off the thighs (Yea) buns and the eyes
Hung like you need to be dried, I'm
Wondering why, fuck that shit man i'd rather die