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Verso 1 rober z
i can't see past myself and, the people pretend everything is okay, when i lost my road in the clouds, in my head, my shadow is

outta Oaktree, Route One tings
Frost on the dash so icy, bling
I stay dripping like Poland Springs
Took another, you better hold that in
Coming outta

a sore throat (sore)
She got that ass, she like to throw (throw)
From party to bed, with a dick, in this row (vro)
If I see a bitch it's a hit and go (pow)

of gear, freshest since Rocawear
Walk on the beat, barefoot, ain't no socks in here
She like my style, give me kiss like the Lox in here
Ask about shorty,

Hog rider!
Ooh let me hit this toke
Holy fuck I'm coming, Lois
Call in my goons
Damn what month is it? Wocktober
I got hella machines like Mark Rober

of Youthnazia
But Sex IS allowed
You better Pray to me
Or I'll shoot u in The Crowd
Waiting for the end of the world
With all of my brethren
Bring the crystal

Insurrection
I burn my spirit
This agony must be destroyed
I'm ready for war
Cause in thorns I was vindicated
Uprising
You cannot rober my soul
I stand up
You

free 
And angry

Like a little seed 
From an oaktree 
mmm  mmm
Flying through the wind 
Striking my skin 
mmm  mmm
So small, so strong, still alive

Clark still
Smoking on the opps RIP Derrick though
Get stomped out
In these Retros yeah I said so my gang
Move like Death Row you better let go
Boy my

as an oaktree
Growing tall as old
Branches reaching far enough
As long as my roots are digging in the dirt
That is all I need to be
That is all I need to be

Underground the big oaktree 
Where we played as little children
Because it's all your fault my little brother
It's your fault that it's not a game anymore
Not

The oak-tree is strong, but the wind can make it fall
One's heart may be of stone, but the Sun can make it shine
I stand up for my love, I stand up for my heart

I'm Going Out

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

a nigga went dead 
Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand 
You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand 
Head nah aim straight

Gold Shine

Three 6 Mafia

Ghetty Green

1999

To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never

Gold Shine

Three 6 Mafia

Louder Than Ever, Vol. 1

2000

To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never

headband, that straight sticky
Empty pillow cases with the soda
And the soap in them
With my Indian niggas that only sling opium
It's Shallah, my Chinese

down

Give a fuck what a muthafucka think cause all my neighbors got millions in the bank nigga god don't call me yet I ain't ready to come got to much

Hey little girl do you need a ride?
There's room and my wagon is parked right outside
We can cruise down Rober Street all night long
But I think

town in Houston and i still got the rocket starch the serial off  sold dat bihh to a rober head back to the D like it really ain’t a problem on the phone

Women don't like poverty ah ah
Men do fight poverty ah ah
No my place in the game
No more love in the game
Ojoro owo losojoro Funmi ya ha
Ojoro owo

at night
Stick play if anything we ain't boxing tonight
It's like a rack up in my cup not no Miller light
Everything I got is everything thing I earned huh

Diane

Therapy?

Infernal Love

1995

Hey little girl wanna go for a ride ?
There's room and my wagon is parked right outside
We can cruise down Rober Street all night long
But I think

can revisit 
Food ain't the only thing we made
We made in that kitchen 


I remember when I had just turned 3
I had set my eyes on the big leagues 
When

in silence, can’t track that
I’m a mercanry, call of complieance, ain’t no need for a contract
Cuz I do this stuff for my wetbacks
Avoiding the snakes