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Stick go Dummy
Slim thick shawty
Gotta couple racks
Finna get my whip Sorted
Glock on my hip
Just to finish what is started
Shit on competition
Bitch

stick to yourself
No matter where you go
Just watch your back
And hold your own
And if after that
Trouble's knockin' at your door
Remember my friend

Imagine living like you stuck up in a trap
Nobody there and only yo real homies got ya back
When I'm feeling kind of stressed I write up on another

don't just boss up for features
We keep the drip by the litre
She blushing whenever she meet us
Wilding out but not conceited
Was down and out but not

lose cuz I'm a winner
I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm too busy counting figures so
(Sooooo)
No matter what you goin through Just keep Ya head up

of hidden tweaks
I got the cheat codes
These survival tactics be lethal
Im looking through the people
Guess I'm just another negro
Supposed to be down up in

No Vaseline

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with

just come on the dock
And now your dream your dream has come true
And sing that song that only you can do
Embrace him strong, as you always wanted

To know it all and worse
I know I should disappear from your life
Burned

I just can't get away
Can't get away
You've invaded my dreams
And I can't escape

N.Y. State of Mind

Nas

Illmatic

1994

peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone,

of art
Don't worry 'bout me
It's just another broken heart

Sometimes I feel like you're not really here with me
And you just stick around because it

I'll go and grab another tissue because you stick to my skin like a tattoo

I'll give it all, all for you
And I just kept on waiting
I will just keep

I Shall Be Free No. 10

Bob Dylan

Another Side of Bob Dylan

1964

and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's

I Shall Be Free No. 10

Bob Dylan

As Good as It Gets: The Ultimate Emmett Grogan Acetates

1995

and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's

savor
Rain cloud in the dearth
And my rhymes are the rails in the trails that taper
For the dreams of slithering enemies
I've an ink-filled saber
My voice

Yeah
Bitch

Find another nigga to play with
10K in ones, a day shift (frrt)
Back to back to back, I'm racin' (back to back, okay, Treeze)
Pussy

or live a day without my mom mad
But I learned that I'd never give up
I endured too much to go die without a bit of love
Just a dream nothing real
I don't

with em, let em know that I'm dollar driven
Buried my son and to some niggas I'm like a father figure
Whatever's quicker long as you add another figure

dreams
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Here's a little song just a little bout me
Just a little quiet kid from the 303, Mile High just tryna live his dreams
Mm,

real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out

a scene
Had a dream of getting all
The figures yeah the cream
Had a dream of waking up
And starting up the beamer
Pull up to the pot and we landing overseas

At nine years old a young nigga had a dream
Had the dream of walking in the club and causing a scene
Had a dream of getting all the figures yeah the cream

I still got my dreams

Oh
But I've still got my dreams
Oh

Blonde kid new school trynna figure out what the other kids do
Maybe I can stand out by

feeling lost in time I was frozen
Then you came along and healed me by giving me a super potion
Tell me this don't feel right and I'll just laugh
You want