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We Here Now

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!

Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you

gotta frown
Why does it feel like my whole world's coming down

I don't wanna run anymore
Tired of feeling less than more
Gotta get through this old war

So give our women back, remember what you took is theirs
Living by rules that only promote rape
Molestors and predators protected by the state
Broken

tie my laces cus I dont run
Blue lights is different then I'm gone
Have to get back home to my son
If I get locked up then I'm done
So Watch me run

hungry, Nothing wrong, Told by my old girl
I use to think, You had to be white, to run the whole world
My niggas pushing that Overtime, Shit It's a cold

(Ayyy)
I wanna I wanna run away
I'm fine tho (Ayyy)
No need to call me up I'm okay
(Nah no worries I'm just kinda feelin)
Well I took the road less

The blessed and the cursed
Where less is the mores
Where niggas the most we lost what we most
So self remorsed and I am a love child
So you ain’t finna see no

I'm haunted by is more than ghosts
It's when you slip and sippin' a mornin' roast
Listenin' to Hall and Oates, oyster flex on a ashy wrist
As I

I Wanna Be The One

Blaque

Blaque Out

2002

know
Is that you and I was on the phone, all night long
No one can take my place, no matter the less
And never replace and never retake
A window is

and stealin', buggin' and illin'
While the dope man's dealin', what is healing your pain?
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train

While the dope man's dealin', what is healing your pain?
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train
"Man, I wouldn't touch

on it
The game has been decoded
Tonight’s hosted by the Circle’s finest
Too many times I’ve thought we arrived
What’s one more mile?
Then one more for

SESAC
Song writer worldwide weedhead bong lighta
(lp version) feel my blood and tears
But my love is the drug that got me
Loved and revered from thugs for

(Bates is on the beats bitch)
(Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, skrrt)

So I just signed that, I hope it pays back
Couple millies need a chase that,

More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by the way I'm livin
Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have

skate
It's fate it's hit and run
Preaching and hating I'm feeling like mase
Eye to eye ain't the same no more
Why do we even conversate
I wanna clean

Under his tongue where the tab is
Curvin' my words im slurrin'
Upgrade my vessel new version
Switchin' dimensions, swervin'
The ocean real deep you

kinda shit
The only celebrity who give a fuck less than me is Marshawn Lynch
Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst
Cripple your style,

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin'

for me behind those blackened hills
Method actors, no lines to learn we busy through our parts
Our sense of self outside of who we are
More than I can

people still say that
Less busy, more laid back

Take me down where the beer is cold
The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
Roll me down an old

Let It Out

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man

a second
We're a force to be reckoned with
Count your lucky stars

We're black on black, it doesn't mean jack
Silence is pure, we attack more and more
Watch

Liquor for the pain, perc for the nerves
Baby mama tripping steady working my nerves
Remember posted up selling work by the curve
Didn’t have a job