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the blue (blew out the blue)
They all wanna know how we do it they don't have a clue (don't have a clue)
Show em' how we do it from our town
Pull up on em'

boys it's casual
I try
Fade into the night
I'm in the night sky
I'm so caught up by you telling white lies
I'm so caught up by you telling lies (Yeah)

stuck up in my head
Sippin bubbly out the chalice made of gold
This a wonderland like Alice wheredya go
Down the hole
Count my blessings with the petals

to slide to the 9
Feed my brothers
Still moving the packs
Ima hustler
I slide to the bank
I want 100s
No pool but I'm drowning in blue
Blue clues, I got blue

naw)
Me and all my brothers stick together like glue
(Yes sir)

Never gonna switch up
In the bottom of her neck just like a hiccup
She been blowin' up my

on yo head, headshot leave you dead
By the morning on your bed
Jump off the porch with my brothers
We was posted on the corners use to sell dope
From

nigga stuck up in the streets and he always toting

I just want some money and some fame
I just want some money and some fame
So much fame when I drive by

Aye, aye Walk like I got it, I know that I do
Lyric the truth and he actin' aloof Leave em in chalk with a stick like some pool
I'm stuck in the stu

you get high by the gram (Sinatra)
While you smoke to this
Reminisce when I wrote to this
Up-and-comers take note to this
We get it done on tour,

Sumping cans in the park got music pumping
Blue lights come quick hide in the dark or sprint
Just run don’t think
We grew up too quick

embellishing my image
I relish in the moment, I invest into the vision
Ranch or blue cheese, they dress it up in designer
That wasn't for me, I'm simple with my

while im flowing in the whip
Hit 100 one time
Red and blue lights creeping all up in my rear
They gotta catch me one time

Hold up nigga stop it
These

walkin out gettin mad Say fuck a nigga
Feelin stuck ima just get back in My duffel nigga
Fill my cup up kuz I don't wanna Feel nothing nigga

Man I think

I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth)

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't

than just some friends
But by the time I looked up
You was gone With anotha man
Damn

True love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my

'cause her lovin
Ain't better than her sister
I can't get enough, the bad got me stuck
I give her all my money and
She always do me up
Bun say I'm trippin

Truly Yours

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

to stae 
By the way, guess who made his license plates 
Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues 
Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new

The Sky Above, The Mud Below

Wylie & the Wild West

Hooves of the Horses

2004

Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by

I'm stuck in a cycle
Of dreams and reality
Tryna decide
Between meaning and vanity
So I light up to fight off
This feeling of gravity
And I try not

never set you free

Brother, don't be fooled by what you see
Their fingers pry so greedily
Every word, picture, and revelation
Is custom-made manipulation

To my brothers that stuck around, I don't fuck around find somewhere you can park this new Mercedes
We advancing to mansions, know I'm Manson on anthems

No I'll never switch up, back up my brothers, you know any other would leave you to drown
Stuck in a fissure, pass me the brush, and let me paint you

tough, just ­bad luck when I erupt
Imagine if my dad stuck ­around and helped me ­grow up
We could not pretend, ­maybe then we would k­now love
The window

satisfied
But I'm still stuck in the blue
No clue if I'll swim or sink in my own stew
'Cause I'm still stuck in the blue
No clue if I'll wimp and still end up