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Love a lot like light[00:02.22]Help you find all your shadows[00:03.98]I was never your type[00:05.61]But you were never that shallow[00:07.46]The

Found Mark in his house when it was haunted
Chased the ghosts out one by one
We’re trauma bonded
The four of us
The world news
Holding it close

my God" Fuck your God! "Is this nigga really unfazed by this?"

Dajjal be that Devil, here to mislead miscreants into misdeeds
Discrete backstreet

107
8, 18, 28, 38
48, 58, 68
78, 88, 98, 108
9, 19, 29, 39
49, 59, 69
79, 89, 99, 109
This is the way you count by 10s
In just a second, this song's

Trigga Play

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us

not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll

ਸੁਣੋਂ ਦੀ
ਤੇਰੇ ਜਿਹੀਆ ਵਿਚੋ ਲੈਂਦੀ ਪੈਰੋ ਕਢ ਨੀ
ਥੱਲੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਗੱਡੀ ਡੇਢ ਲਖ ਪੌਂਡ ਦੀ
ਹਾਏ ਗੁਰਿ ਗੁਰਿ ਗਿੱਲ ਓਹਦਾ ਨਾਮ ਦਸਦੇ
ਮਾਰਦੀ ਸੀ ਤਾਣਾ ਤੈਨੂ ਕੌਣ ਜਾਂਦਾ

By face ਗਬਰੂ ਨੂ ਤੂ

the yard kicking
Seen my mother get used, abused and bruised
By my deadbeat father who been on the booze
Stayed at my grandmothers
Grew up different from

ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion

I’m on my 98 chain, I make Slick Rick proud
I got on 9 diamond chains
In the booth right now
They call me spending stupid, no roof it
Shawty with

Pay me by the pay pal
I'm lookin' at Benjamin, like hey, pal

Look me in my eyes see a masquerade
Born in 98' same vibe still from yesterday
Today

trapped in this prison created by me is a darkness some days it is all I can see
And it's all I can see

Never fucking happy
Catch me fucked up in

see her now and I'm screaming out
I'll never let go
Never let go
Shadows forming on backstreets
The corners start to fold in
My man hands me another

You take me 
Down every backstreet of my mind,
Oh baby,
You show me things I thought would drive me 
Crazy.

And then I saw you in another's arms.

a Cape on
Don't come around that backstreet
We caught his ass up all alone start running like a track meet
And we up on the score go check that bitch

of the borderline we would live or die
By each others words
You wanted it all and wanted it fast
I didn't have the heart to say
I didn't have any plans
I was learning

UNION SQUARE 
By Tom Waits (1985 Jalma Music, ASCAP)

Well, time is always money,  
For the boys on Union Square. 
You can bust your ass 'till

For real, for real, for real
For real, for real, for real
For real, for real

You don't bleed how I bleed
'98 is tatted on my sleeve
That lil bitch

had to put her!
She had a drop by the top
I caint go out like a sucker baby
Ima getchu knock!
I tweak out no Gmo
Like a dog I wanna bone
All my niggaz

New AP, watch, can't fit it, tote that ARP, bitch, I get wit it
If we try to get with it, he get slimed out, get caught by the feds, pour the four out

The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
High key with saddle in hand
Paddlin' through

the backstreet
Shawty sit there laughing
How many people goin copy
How many people be watching
How many people will stop me
I walk around like a zombie
These

have expectations that you cannot meet, aye[00:16.16]Which is all that this could ever be[00:19.50]I've got OG Nix by my side, a true ride

Running from my problems I do track meets 
Running from my problems I go athlete
4 by 4 I'm relaying on backstreets 
Hoping they're not fast enough