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Adim high
On guard
Adim good
Slash bad
Secure the bag
First matter !!!
Secure the bag
Back to back !!!
Gone re the days ana asim ID
Going global ka

looping this month that I'd worked
And in my memory as well, I could see there was actually stores in Frankston
But either way
And I wasn't sure if I was

live
Where we’re meant to be
What I thought I’d want from life was just a perfect place
To feel secure and free from pain
What I thought I’d want from

Fuck
Fuck that shit
Fuck give it to me
If I only could I'd set the world on fire, fuck
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
If I only could I'd

gone
Everything is you
I'd do everything
For you
I pray I can count on you, count on you, count on you
Count on you, count on you
You make me feel secure

(Don't wanna do this no more, no more, no more)

I need to be more secure ('cure)
Had me thinkin' less when I'm more (more)
Was sleepin', now I'm waken

the noticeable chance of me drownin'
I feel secure even in the deep
Love it how you come in clutch optimistic
You could probably throw your heart and I’d have

of your feet
But I’m afraid to disappoint myself
I thought what I was building were walls I need to be secure
But I’ve built my cell

I can take a look

by the market to secure mo dust
Tending the fields
Such a bore
Imma only work when it's a must
Selling my plants for some more
More, plants for
Some

track stars
They beg me to beat out that back hard
And it's always been like that
Even back when the Krack wasn't tryna' be a Rap Star
I'd fuck em'

Jealous

LL Cool J

Walking with a Panther

1989

know what I'm sayin?
Word up to this slow gangster beat type thing
Check it out yo

Jealousy, I wanna kill him and shoot him
He's a sucker, I'd like

Word to Phife, we're gonna bring it to the overlord
Drinkin' Cisco chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin'

Song to Woody

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan/Times They Are A-Changin'

1968

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come

Shoo, shoo, shoo
T-W-I Double G
I'm me, I'm jealous, I'm insecure
Pray to the Lord our love secure
I'm me, I'm jealous, I'm insecure
Pray to the Lord

(cheee, cheee, cheee)
Aye where you dey, when this shit dey happen, hanging around all day
Secure all my, and make it happen quitting no dey my name

to sleep
Play for keeps, & I pray the lord my soul to keep
Secure it all for the day I die before I wake
Hustle with me & till I pray the lord my soul

Fashion Week
Smoking Hash and Weed
Chilling for the night
But tomorrow back to beats
Back to freaks
Don’t need no receipt
Go secure the bag
Grab

kinda wild
Mostly on the down low
Now and then I hit a disco
Sport suit's, drink milk, never Cisco
I read the funnies, watch Bugs Bunny cartoons
And at my

happy
I never knew
I'd be so secure
Because of your love
Life has brand new meaning
It's gonna be a brighter day, brighter day
Never thought that I would

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd

I sell you secure
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, at least I could try
Of something other than this bullshit I endure
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was

Flip Mode is the squ-id-ad
Busta Rhymes break it down like this, uh

Yo which motherfucker stole my flow
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo
Throw them type

Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check

Rampage

The Coming

1996

Flip Mode is the squ-id-ad
Busta Rhymes break it down like this, uh

Yo which motherfucker stole my flow
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo
Throw them type

Fashion Week
Smoking Hash and Weed
Chilling for the night
But tomorrow back to beats
Back to freaks
Don’t need no receipt
Go secure the bag
Grab