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DMX

The Desert Storm Mixtape: DJ Envy - Blok Party, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2003

Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX

Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin'

You're nothin far from comin up (keep on) 

Money's just a touch away (keep on) 

So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on) 

There'll always be

ain't goin hit this nigga doe)
(Aye clear it out kids) Security come in
And grab a kid by the arm (yo I ain't even do nothing)
He really didn't

my plan, keep my faith to the end
Day by day I keep my head up being thankful again, yeah

Keep on mobbin' up on these feet
Pray that everything work

Froze up I been that guy
Check ya dates I'm tellin' you now
My bruddas laces even the one flying
Steady workin' go hard but keep it in line
Sleep when I

Couldn't keep it locked up
It just had to blow up
Ooh (Ooh) ooh (Oh-oh)
Ooh (Ooh) ooh (Oh-oh)
Several years go by, a lot unsaid
Lots of feelings hide,

Kids gon play and niggas hate when u winning 
That's ok don't let them get paper wit ya
Kids gon play and hoes gon pray on a nigga 
That's the way

All I’m thinking bout is Sunshine

It breaks my heart to see little kids waiving guns signs

I too was a victim of that shit

But I knew the difference

Is the kid cut ?
Is the kid cut ?

[ Verse 3 ]
I been on a roll , I didn’t know I was chose ,  know that I was chose , I jus play my role . 
By any

Know my names came up
In a few homicides
Haunted by my wicked ways
They won't let me be
Nightmares incarcerated
With no release
No remorse for the things

Window of My Eyes

Boosie Badazz

Touch Down 2 Cause Hell

2015

at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, crew shit
Same with

to earth, homie, hip hop is in ruins
I'm a third of the Tribe but I'ma speak for the clique
What up though, we miss you, kid
Motor City say

(Dear Dilla)

Never Give Up - Chris Tsuanna 

Composed by : Chris Tsuanna

Lyrics by: Chris Tsuanna/Julia Skils / Reine Sarina / Allen Jules 

Produced by : Master

the water
But as the waves go by I just can't help but
Wonder where I'll be when that current catches up
With my hands in my pockets or both eyes

Yeah yeah
Feeling blessed up all year long
Yeah yeah

Blessed up
By the best up I'ma keep applying pressure 
Ain't gon let up
Cuz I'm blessed up 
By

on some level,
as you notice. Was under marijuana.
Beautiful, beautiful. Keep smoking.
Nothing illegal beautiful,
beautiful. Hey, those kids are as hard

find a way to keep my head up
Yo like the game but I'm not playing games
To be honest with you I know that I'm
I am the chosen
One, I am so fed up

have my kid, I'ma fix up your body
We gon' board on a private, then dock in Miami
Extension cord, got it stuck to my fannie
I ran the mall in

why would I lie, no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear
Keep that chopper on deck
If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no
(Grrrat)
Its big

I had to find different ways to stay up by myself
Cause I knew I couldn't rely on nobody else
I worked hard to death
To advice was deaf
Felt I was

dollars now, shady.
And all that bullshit, you could stop it now, it don’t phase me.

[Verse]

Look at the world we live in, word up.
Kids got gold grills

going ticktok
Yeah
I do ma lil dancey dance I feel up my pants with bands yeah lil nigga
Putting my dick in her womb I tell her to give me a kid
Yeah lil

needed rehab
3 months clean, the kids are back, but that's when he would relapse
No déjà vu, up at 3 am, it was the same song and dance
This would be

got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't give up
And run