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don't know my pain
Walk up on a nigga, close range, empty out that thing
GG for life, it's in my veins, I never changed up
Sitting in them trenches every

to the shooter wet your capillaries
It's no hope change scope range splatter empty
Battle ready we gon' fight em back for half a century

Get, gold, talk, slow,

Drawn in pink is the mountain range
Moonlit skies
And empty plains
A deep long wanting for better days
My world grows older it fades away
Drawn in

The Prisoner

UB40

UB44

1982

A burning, bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free. 

He wonders why his landscape looks so strange
Burger bars are home on the range

Jump on the range imma empty my shells
Jump in the range imma go fast as hell
I'm tired of cooking, chef fuck up a kitchen
You acting so soft like

Bring It On

The LOX

We Are the Streets [Clean]

2000

with a rubber-band-colored Range
I empty a clip at you 
You send nothing in exchange
Y'all n****s mad soft 
No heart, all brains
But what's smart

might even say it's true say it's true
I might even say I might even say I might even say it's true

Heart out of range heart empty Act out of rage

around
A lonely soul
I need some pick me up now
A hand to hold
Reached in my pockets
No money, no range
An empty wallet
And filthy rage

So stranded, I am

me
And niggas be cappin they are totin sticks
But only jus at the gun ranges
Emotionless, empty and draining
She don't know what my hearts containing

Bring It On

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

with a rubber-band-colored Range
I empty a clip at you 
You send nothing in exchange
Y'all niggas mad soft 
No heart, all brains
But what's smart

The Message

Nas

It Was Written [Clean]

1996

the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks

ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range
Empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man

The Message

Nas

The Best of Nas

2007

the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks

me, bitch, could we stack them blues and throw them at the strip
Searching for that booty, we like pirates on the Louis ship
I went to the range, empty

shooting like Tracy limitless range empty the hit
I think you should know
Don't lose your spot
Dis shit get to hot
I take two and bitch I mind my thoughts

withing reach
But I am out of range

My glass was getting empty
When she suddenly arised
I must have got my head spin round as I gazed into her eyes
If you

(Verse 1)
An empty swimmin' pool,
On a mountain range,
Breeze cool,
Empty feelings make you feel more brave,

A day in the life,
of a screamin' hand,

Live by the river
Sat by an ocean
We ate all the hamburgers
And rode on the range
Skipping on empty
We're clutching uneasy
We saving unfriendly

Fear resting, greed do occasions, somewhere else everything gets, sometimes sleep punish hate evolving greater, range empty yet tonight to operations

could feel those lips
Brushed up on my cheek
Sweep me off my feet
Amidst the ranges
No concerns
Empty places
Can we return?
Don't leave me
I need you

Since she left
I've been acting awful strange
And all the things I used to feel
Seem just out of range
From an empty chair, into a pointless room

the range empty the clip
Just to practice on my aim
If a nigga disrespect
Then its lead up in his brain
On the net nigga you tuff
But you quiet when you see

the morning comes
I hope they reach you like the morning sun
Okay
Going through
Growing through
All of the changes
I can't explain it
It ranges from an empty

Only hit clubs and we never hit licks
I stay balling out when I hit the strip
Up at the range and I empty the clip
I am a Warrior, stay winning chips
Yo