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wish I had less
Clothes lost their fit
But only by a little bit

One foot in the game, only myself to blame
One man show, somedays down low
Minutes left,

Playin' this game like a veteran, hittin' you with them 16's
Servin' rhetoric, the waiter grating cheese
My team, we movin' up like the Jeffersons

When I die bitch don't post in my comments
Niggas broke it don't pay to be honest
You can't stand on your word than your legacy tarnished
Put that

Chorus: We put our fists, in the Air, and keep them up there, to show we care!
We put our fists, in the air, in solidarity, to show we care!
We put

(Hey ho)
(They'll go)
Nowhere now today
(Hey Ho)
(Words spoke)
In time's kissed goodbye
A beat to rip
A verse to spit
A track to mix
This is sick

a planet of all that stick up
And blinded still by the thought that the rich could only get richer
And for the poor, it only worsens
Had a nigga feeling

screwing, the news spewing
But most of all, the producers just keep them loops looping
My life inspired by rap lyrics and blues music
Look up to the front

stalling for time
you testing my patience

Keep it moving with the fake shit

Sorry you thought I was playing

Words
Came
Out iffy

You stuck ina mix
Yeah

what I came for
Your fingertips like memories
That even up my scores

And I'd leave a little lest wreckless
And I'd leave a little less blue
And I'd

Short Dog's in the House

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up

Shine Blockas

Big Boi

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind, shawty, don't block my shine, shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit

Cook it up just right
By my side
We're groovin'
Saddle up let's ride
In the sky
We're cruisin' 

You know I got you for life 
We sauce it up every

Guitar picks and metronome ticks
This is a home-mix it’s crazy that
I’m leaving all
The long walks and doors that won’t lock
The loud alarm clocks

You can come to me if it feel right
Get a little lost in the night light
Think about me, hit my hotline
And the thing about me, I've been offline
You

and I'll be hittin' it up
Yeah, yeah, hittin' it up

She laugh and spill a little drink on her
Dressin' me down, she got makeup on my shirt
She hates bein'

Constantly planning 
Two cents 
Level up to a big amount
I was dope before clout 
You only know me from 
Word of mouth
Midwest Sht I get around 
Why they

Culture of Fear

Thievery Corporation

Culture of Fear

2011

the non-assuming wit
The corporation caught you up bassing the tempo
My name is Lift Baster intro now let's go
The flow of life throwing strife into the mix

little brother
I guess it's up to you
It hurts to see you act this way
So what else can i do
What is it you want
Someone to talk to
Someone by your side

Keep talking it's alright i don't care 
Your little words can't hurt my ears 
cnd either way i've heard that joke before 

We're fake laughing we

Come Follow Me

Apache Indian

No Reservations

1993

mountain by the Chinese border
Say the seek them a fight fe Kalistania
In-a pind and city nough people suffer
The greeb them a beg fe food and water

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like your not really happy but you don't want to die
Like your hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

Mommy's going to be with you by and by
Hush little baby now don't you cry
Mommy's going to be with...... you by and by

She'll grow up someday and be just

Day before you went to jail and daily
How we'd wait for that mail lady
Or by the phone for Mom to call
And I watched you pull yourself up and we

them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm