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just try
Take all your chances and the blessings multiply

Charle anytime wey i do my thing
Moni lati shey dada
Every day by day man on the street
Eleda

the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like I'm Ray Charles
Fuck your rapping bitch I'm back, daddy's home, take a nap

somebody to taste yo sugar
And I got you don’t worry about that
I’ll be right here by your side waiting for you to confide in me, I’m all yours
I know you

Kiss Me I'm #!@'faced

Dropkick Murphys

On the Road with the Dropkick Murphys

2004

honey, let me take you home 

So kiss me, I'm shitfaced
I'm soaked, I'm soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one

Kiss Me I'm #!@'faced

Dropkick Murphys

Blackout

2003

honey, let me take you home 

So kiss me, I'm shitfaced
I'm soaked, I'm soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one

sisters taught me 
That I still hold on to nowadays
Is that you can show your love just by being there

Turkey chili & brown rice
I've been eating good
That

Charles
Huh going up fuck am I waiting on
Can't be the one they take from
You getting cut off that be the way
Ain't no cap my rap except the fitted I wore

war with a Brown skin?!
Who wants war with a Black Kid?!
Tell me nigga!
Who want war with a Black Kid?
Shout to my dawgs, by far we got that gold skin

music in my bones
I got that country music strumming through my veins
Got that country beat in my heart so deep 
Those country songs, they take me home

Excuse me please, just trying to get back on my feet.

Don't let the casualty, that's forming after me,
Jump from the path and follow this life led by

like me I know some who hate it 
I wanna take the world by storm I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
So if you riding I thank

I Know You Don't Love Me

Tony Yayo

Westwood 11: Ride with the Big Dawg

2006

comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever

I Know You Don't Love Me

Tony Yayo

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever

Just then they call my name
catching me out of breath
Patience has all escaped
Making this so surreal, so intense

Harvest Moon is rising
Charles

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

with Wes
by the time you clock digits I got the address
so many freaks on the Maestro tip
is it me my conducters stick or my money
I'm no fool 
that's

stay on go, like the cops round
Now we pop brown, cus it's up now
Now it's up now, I can't come down
I can't stop now, I can't stop now
I can't stop now,

him kiss ariel pink in the brown stink
Any retrofuturism that isn't negative
Is white supremacist mental sedatives
Charles dexter ward strangle fox

I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Hand on her thigh don't know what's gotten in me
Suppose to be friends but I got too friendly

I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Hand on her thigh don't know what's gotten in me
Suppose to be friends but I got too friendly

take the floor

"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"

Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse

take the floor

"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"

Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse

It ain't a lot of room for all your friends
But maybe we can bundle up
Shades on like Ray Charles
Ready for take off

We go, we go, I don't wanna come

these big ol dreams 
I Want to live to be a man 
And not gunned down by the police on my own damn street
Take a look into my brown eyes
Brown eyes 
Brown