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97th Street was shut down Saturday between 109A Avenue and 110F as police are investigating
another homicide in our city
Paco, he alerted the cook

It was a mundane Monday in the middle of April
When you said that you loved me like a friend
I could see a sad look come across your face
When I said

For the things his done for me yeah
Thank God for my life
I thank God!
Thank God for my life y'all
Wake up in the morning I just pray to God for love

When I’m Gone I’ll Be Ah Symbol
Till That Day I Gotta Be Nimble 
Know This World Is Not That Simple 
Day By Day Fuck With Your Mental 
Step By Step Walk

Some don’t feel right
So I went left like ginobli


— My Pockets been getting real swollen
Ain’t no joke
I’m chosen
I Did it all by myself
No hand outs

love sunk
Told by friends to forget you..move on
But I stuck on like a virus
Baby non on Earth can divide us
I know we can live cuz I trust us
Left you

it soft
8th grade nigga i was playing with them cards
I'll never love a bitch I be playing with hearts
Count a hunnit thousand straight thru that shit

Keep it g' a few of em of ducks but one was bad as fuck
She chose me her man was in GP he went out sad as fuck
You in love she belong to the streets that

with the stick in my dungarees you are under me
I used to love the romance
Now i pour 4's with no hands
She's on the pole i throw bands
We should travel

Like a bum on the street
I am begging you for change
Cuz the world has gone insane
We only think about ourselves when we steady switching lanes

the same mistake
This gots to be the decade for change
It's sad to see our country fall
In a pandemic
2020 was supposed to lit
But reality said nah bitch

I'm with you
You put my mind at ease
No drugs can help this
It's only your love 
It's only your love that helps
I wanna call up 
But I got do this by

Yeah .. I said we ain't humble
No more (I mean) the belly
Don't rumble no more
(I mean) ain't getting splashed
By the puddle no more ..
Ay look they

on three
Bitch it's the man with a plan for his whole team
I make it sound like a band, By my lonely
Countin' it up, by the band with my homies

No two for

for a penny
Promoting fake love... so you can gain a little pitty
You could take my eyes but I would still have tunnel vision
I been smoking by myself

flops, stocking face door kickers
All my niggas
You love him to die with him, I'll make you cry with him
Gun smoke for a weed head nigga get high with him

The Family

The LOX

Filthy America...It's Beautiful

2016

to the streets you know we the illest group
Trinity, fly sector, rap scientists that'll dissect ya
Who wanna get shot like a trifecta?
I could say who get shot

won't do is live long enough to go tell the tale after
I love my people by I'll be God damned if I ever let one of them take me
Don't let that street

and bitch we doing the most
I got 4 5 bands and they matching the scope whole gang coming up like we pulling the ropes
I gotta big bag homie pulling up

Dropped off at a link
We rode in the rari
Ain't this the same street as the party?
Check the addy in the safari
It's one more house down- i'm sorry
Then i

been torn to pieces 
By a horny fiend
If they a whore in the streets
There's no loyalty

I seen it with my own eyes
Happened to my best friend
She took

Back in the 8th grade young nigga was on some lonely shit
I was just 14 in them apartments tryna hit a lick
I was just 14 with yo crush she was my

goin' out sad (not at all)
Got my feet propped up by the poolside
While I'm plottin' onna studio and new ride
Idea came thru witta freeway slap
Freeway

fasttrak
Aint never worked no 9-5 i love that fast cash
Its all water on my neck bitch, splash splash
You selling grams we got the packs by the trash bag
You