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to the mic
Just know that they risking they life
Talking about murders and shooters and whips
Kid I done drove by your crib
And you still a broke bitch
Even

ROOF, I COULDN'T SEE THAT GIRL OF MINE, SO WE RAN AWAY, WE GOT MARRIED BY THE J.P. THE VERY NEXT DAY

AND I GOT A JOB, I GOTTA PILE OF BILLS, I WORKED

to school stoopid
I teach you a lesson not to fuck with me
Little bitch, i'm a god
Besides motherfucker, who's side you on?
Come on

Uh, i need some hed
Say

Last time I heard
Teddy's still in jail
Can only say I feel your pain
It's two thousand and something
And I'm still a slave
Martin Luther King, Well
He'd

to the universe
I'm chilling where the stars be
Godly godly
I been feeling godly
All I count is bills bills bills
I think I'm Cosby
Godly godly
I been feeling godly

I’m asking God where the love at, lately i ain’t seen no blessings, these bills got a nigga stressing, money low ain’t no flexing
I’m asking God

belong,
In your very home, he'd been there all along.
c spectral intruder, where dread did reside,
The man from her nightmares, on the other side.

off my mail today
He said he'd take me for a walk only if I behave
He makes us shake his hand four hundred times a day
And some of us still wonder why

Grand Hang Out

Fat Joe

Sweat

2004

my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there

and got a whole new pool
Boy been on top of the game I got a cheat code
God always open the door don't need a peep hole
Yea we do it all for the love still

to the landing pit, there must have been a score
To cheer the god, or curse the fool who'd shown them all death's door.
They found no man, they found no ship;

You Left Your Halo



Lyrics by Bill Knoblett
Composed and Recorded by Melvin E. Knoblett

     


Every morning, I wake up
To a gently gently kiss

swear to God nothing he wasn’t into
Our Old man he’d put em all to Shame –-- At the Collectors Hall of Fame

He’s got Stamp Books, Coin Books, Scrap

a zip 
Ruger grip that grip
Sit back and relive 
Moments I regret 
Fuck it I'm on chill 
Tryna make a bill
Shout out young boy bill
Lost norf boys been

to breathe
Choking on the love I used wear on my sleeve
Make it look like it came for free I just took it with ease
If God was looking down I think he'd be

Inspector Deck

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets

strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning

Luke 14

Though Im humbled by the sincere Sentiment I bask
In the grace the happiest moments That God gave
I know some of em been thru worse So (if he could) save

Went to prison got them dawgs
Who still be sitting in

Doin the dirt
Spittin game at the women
He would mess you up quick
By the code he was driven

But

the world still turning 
Dolla dolla bills seems like it's everybody's motives, just to get a franklin yeah a bejinmain
Lord I see people taking shots feel

and getting bravos
Staying sharp helps me with killing the bills, Hitori Hanzo
Tired of working for peanuts, don't get me started now
Life's been a fucking

life, so I'm 'gon sell my soul unto God
Hallelujah, alleluia, I'm protect by the Lion of Judah
Though i grieve for my fallen soldiers, glad that i still

unexpressed emotions
Still getting conquered by love
Back in the day it used to get dark
Now I get bands when I talk
I just been playing my part
Making

gold
My songbird, my sweet lark
He called me his Eurydice
Said he'd lead me through the dark
Through the dark

My Orpheus, he played the lyre