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lace 'em down, feel it
One hit Willy
Other nigga live with a milli
Other nigga ride him Phillies
Run through the hood, all blood on bills on grills

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

hood niggas expect kilos 

For what they not seeing is police expect Rico 

Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated 

Windows up blastin

bro
Well you know what they say
A hoe gon be a hoe so she stuck in her ways
We ain't chit-chat
Hit me up to hit that
Slid to the crib and gave her ass

a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got

leaving savages to roam in the streets
live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
smoke

STR-8 Gone

King Tee

Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath

1996

nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with

the fuck is up
It ain't real, chuck it up Made it through the 9's and 5's, next plateau's
high Tired ain't an option, everybody watch

The object is to live

many of you know)
Say their names
Dodging police brutality before stock options
No pops in the home to teach from right to wrong
(As many of you know)

like the police come y'all better get up out that jam I'm gone
I hustled jabs of stones
Had them blows
Bagged up Os
Everybody know I got a mouth full

Smoked a lot then found myself opening portals
Walked into a world playing games amongst mortals
But a time travelling mystic live by reversal order

reapers, dodge bullets from Glock ninas
I live my life tryin' to prove myself to non-believer
Gotta stop that, the devil talkin', I block that
Got some

DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When

Back in the Day

Ahmad Lewis

Hip Hop, Freestyle & R&B Platinum Classics

2011

maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little

this bitch, listen up (listen up)
And it ain't cost nothin' to get you hit up (hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (uh)
Walk up in his rib and up (uh)

the sun is down, the police always run us down
'Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down
We just tryin' to make a livin' off of what we've

Breakin' My Heart

Lil Wayne

The Drought Is Over, Pt. 4

2007

[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind

fast
I can’t keep up with the dates
Got the police on my ass
Just because a nigga race
Losing friends by the day
Manne I feel so out of place
So I put

like a Gemini
Inside, Lives The Bridge to the other side
Follow me down the rabbit hole, where I had to walk on faith
Just like the yellow brick,

Whats the fast life?
Why you wanna know?
Everybody wanna live it cause they know they living slow
Hit the gas right
Speeding I been riding on my own

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get

I feel like it's time for change
Police killing our kind and don't get the blame
They prolly just do it for fame
The system fucked up all we can do

don't like to live by works
Everybody dies and wakes up with the master that they serve
I think it's absurd that I work hard and they like to observe
Wait

for you?
Especially when you call
This shit make logical sense
On why it's me that always fall
The way I'm dropping off hits
Deserve a 'milli by

Had to hit the blunt on these niggas real quick man
Niggas got me in my bag
Not understanding how these niggas could look past what I've done
Me
Me