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got to watch your
Back in this neighborhood
Been that way for a long time, man
That ain't cool at all

Listen to the story as we rap to the beat
As we

about the bitch but her waistline
No Roddy Rich, I beat tha box about 8 times
Fuck all of the fame, I just want all of the wealth
I don't play by

Beware the witch up on Cripple Creek Street
Don't you think that your shit don't stink
And I cannot be beat so easily, like you're dreaming
This little

Albums in the world
But we'll take a swing at it
Yo GDR
Thank you for this beat
Goddam right
Goddam right
That's a GDR beat
It started it off in Corona

mashing up beats,

Big man from the 244, 
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war, 
Whole fleet show up on your front door for

[Loonie Tunez Beat Squad]
[It's Anutha Decio Beat, OK]

Chorus
- All my niggas with the shit,
I might stand alone, but I aint by myself,
F*** N****

been stabbed in the back by people who wasn't behind me
Same way I lose, I win
No do not want them by me
I been trynna find my way in the world but I'm

I love being by myself (Myself)
Motherfuckers think I don't ever need no help
Real nigga talk, I still thug it by myself
But they say scars never

a boy, a spark that makes him come alive inside
The heart-beat of a warrior, meek and mighty by design
Ooh, fire... Ooh, fire

He's a train steaming west,

Khaled
Buffalo chicken all in my salad
Uh
Middle name go by Allen
Hawk eye down I fish with talons
Uh
Johnny Walker by the gallon
Scotch gonna floss I'm

by money and just in the case two guns
I took that bih for the night she want me for life i know she's a sugar (Daddy)
I don't need no call to beat you

going, you know that I got it 
You know ima pass them 
And I believe in that shit so I hopped on this beat, yeah Im feeding the streets
Im telling my

it all then the lesson flips
Like them ladies on the poles with them suggestive hips
Lost in the streets, beats & the black lights
Cuties with booties,

you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper

hors d'oeuvres to bring in more hors d'oeuvres
I want niggas street smart
Putting brains on more curves

Them book smart niggas being circling
Four

Deep within my soul
A burning desire
To be consumed by your love
To feel the fire
Every beat of the bass
It echoes in my veins
I want you by my side

though you're far and took
With every beat of my heart I feel your presence near
In this slow indie-pop our love will reappear

Through the city streets

She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I

Ill be at the top ill be at the top
When I step on the beat
I'm bringing the heat
Ill bring you out your seats
Im feeling the streets
I came from

til you move along cuz that's a true friend
And even in my days of stress
You're by my side so I say I'm blessed to have a true friend
And even though

looking peak real talk I gotta eat
In my heart it's feeling deep
Hella ppl moving trash and say they from the streets
On a beat I'll snap and they say I'm

life
I wanna see all my family and friends
Do what they love and then love their life
Fuck it I’ll lead by example
I just need a beat and a sample 
I got

Raedawn

Viktor Vaughn

Vaudeville Villain

2003

I'll bring it to ya express like Airborne"
Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street
He write "VIK"

preach what I practice, these streets all I've known
And it's no place like home
No place like home (yeah)

Ooh
Take, take me home like I clicked my