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be honest, we all liars
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?

Guess who's

something to give, you better give it
My friend drop a jail, he must get him visit
Some police outta road, they don't stop run racket, racket

One life you

ਵਾਲਾ road ਐ
ਆਜ਼ਾਦੀ ਵੇਲੇ ਤੌਂ ਆ ਲਿਖੀ ਜਾਂਵਦੀ
47 ਤੌਂ ਆ ਲਿੱਖੀ ਜਾਂਵਦੀ
ਸਰਕਾਰੀ ਰਫਲਾਂ ਤੇ ਗੋਟ ਜੱਟ ਦੀ
Jail ਆਂ ਵਿਚੋ phone ਔਣਗੇ
ਨਾ ਨਾ ਪਰਖੀ ਨਾ ਪੌਂਚ ਜੱਟ ਦੀ
Jail ਆਂ ਵਿਚੋ

bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fuckin' thing to do with riches
Say cheese,

Dutty Babylon go down dutty Babylon
Dutty Babylon go down dutty Babylon
Big up every prisoner big up every warder
A outta road me say!

Bayblon say,

to tailgate
Jail bate
Ran her off the road and I bashed her head on her headlight
She lies on the ground all dead like
Her eyes are seeing white dreams
Just

love is a crime
I will go to jail for you
The kind of love
Me I gat for you
Girl open up your mind
You can see it's true
The kind of things
That I feel

Yo 
Yo
On road I swing my blade
In jail I swing my blade
Belmarsh days 
House block 4 weren’t safe 
Ops come to the wing get chingged
And leave with

Suck yuh mada likkle fish

You nuh wan' gah jail? (Wait)
But you wan' fire shot, so yuh great? (Yuh brave eeh?)
Pussy just wait
Seal up yuh fate

(Mario)
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)

I done came a long way from up the road
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road
I'm from the streets, my

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still

And we done lost the realest
It's been years and we still feel it
On this road to the riches
On this road to the riches
Long live my woedai them

wi touch di road

Man a badman, but mi a no mad man
Anything fi gwaan unuh know Tristan
Me naw go a Maddens true no man
Me rather go a jail true

walk a thin line between music and road

That's what I was told, you know?
They think I do juju, they think that my soul got sold, you know?
Look how

We Made It

Rev. David Ausby, Sr.

We Made It!

2006

the wall (come on) 
Forever we waited (haha!) 
And they told us we were never going to get it 
But we took it on the road (to the riches) 
On the road

on the opps in jail just like
I was banging on the opps on road (Always)
Do it and dash my phones
Get round there tryna take mans soul
(Where they at, where

jugs
Tennessee
In a beat up Dart
Weeds rollin dark
In these parts
And the lines on the road cork
screw like the steeplechase

I don't want
To go to jail

(HARGO Production) yo, yo (Grr, baow) , yo

'017 went jail, '018 went jail
'019 went jail
Plus this year as well, went jail
Fuckin' hell
'017 got

and they wanna tie your wings
Me I’ll die to win

It smells like victory
I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks
But my breath

Ring Road
Lord I did wrong
Tryna make it home
On the Ring Road
Shots back and forth
Call it ping pong
Eyes like a torch
Ring Road
On the Ring Road

We Made It [Acapella]

Busta Rhymes

We Made It

2008

the wall (c'mon) 
Forever we waited (haha!) 
And they told us we were never going to get it 
But we took it on the road (to the riches) 
On the road (to

ਜੱਟ ਦੀ
Jail ਆਂ ਵਿਚੋ phone ਔਣਗੇ
ਨਾ ਨਾ ਪਰਖੀ ਨਾ ਪੌਂਚ ਜੱਟ ਦੀ

ਜੱਟ ਕਿੰਨਾ ਚੋਂ ਸੁਣੀਦੈ  ਮੂਹੋਂ ਦਸਣ ਨਾ ਲੋੜ ਐ
ਮੇਰੇ ਦਾਦੇ ਦੇ ਨਾ ਤੇ ਓਏ ਤੇਰੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਾਲਾ road ਐ
ਮੇਰੇ ਦਾਦੇ

and Grandpa started arguing, you ended up leaving
On a broken bicycle, pedaled down the road, left me alone and grieving
That next day you wound up in jail you

I could die drinking this codeine, I don't give a fuck
Get rich, split it with my whole team, I don't give a fuck
I could go to jail selling this