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Street pulse beat

I can't take you there
Where desire unfolds
Your pleasure is not mine to hold
Tell me how you want me baby
As long as I'm

a nigga like he fresh off the grill 
If she don’t bring shit to the table then that bitch is a bill 
U could smell the death in the air wen somethin bout

the background
But yo I stay so focused
Niggas start blowin back
When dem blades is spinnin
Pimp vicious in a civic
Pullin Asian women
Sliding out
Looking like Don

clearly
This must be the real me
I'm drawn by her presence
I can truly hear my heart beating
I stop to just breathe in
Something is here nah
I'm not just

all for ya'll
I be right there when you call
Trying to lead by an example
Watch me how I follow God
I done turn my life around
I wouldn't done it though

blow your mind dog
I can brag I can boast 'bout these deals I done closed
Like what good is money if bills can still fold
I need mine in cash, wrapped up

still got growing pains guess it comes with age
But like scotch or wine decades down the line
Big costs is what you'll pay fuck that's great
What a time

Love is the best but so goddamn addictive and god it's so hard to survive the withdrawals 
You keep assuring me that you are all mine but I still see his

this is Starting to sound
Like my pride, but God I need you to Realize that I'm trying to advise you To rescue me

From my own demise, I can't take This

All in Together

Sean Price

The Barrel Brothers

2014

the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake

the half
I'm tired of teaching them fractions
Loyalty is what they lacking
They was never there
But watch they always show up asking
Time ain't on my side

Niggas act tough, what? Now he can't feel in his eye
Don't got to blow a ho nigga, silly billy is mine
Maison Jeter, cold fever, nigga these your people

like the opps is all dead
I catch a nigga lying, he dying for that rap art

I can't believe he died like that, and he a rap star
I keep the bullshit,

missing life to create a future
But the way I view mine is see bigger and act sooner

Seperated by miles I’m really missing your smile and baby it’s been a while
So how bout we just take ride I’ll show you the other sides of me your love is

that
Top down in the summer, fine shit you wish yo hoe could match

I just hope you hold it down when shit get wicked, it get risky
In the trap is my

Fat Laces

Arsonists

Defenders of the Underworld

1999

The check is in the mail for all you
Bill collecting leeches
While your rhyme's the type to kill and
Mines'll be the type that teaches
So to
[D-Stroy]
Each

Hey mama, I get nostalgia
Every time I'm by the phone I gotta call ya
And I accept when you hit decline, I'm protecting your heart and mine
Monster,

Wa'adagwan
I feel like i have no nation
My tribe is so fucked up
They have no centre
A centre is lacking
They got people on the corner
Stealing by themselves

honest entirely
Cuz the truth is you bring me anxiety
One day you here by the night you leave
You playin with the kid hide and seek
I know sleeping with

The Times,

Politicians out here,
Spreading their lies,
I been tryna get mine,
‘Cos the ting here is destined,

Break bread, and feast,
With all of my

the distance
What's the benefit of never benefitting business
Bills keep stacking got to get a bigger table
Working overtime just to try to pay the cable
This is

the reason 
Why u gotta claw
Yo Knees fucked
We Gotta crawl 
White Jesus
Should be outlawed 
Negus 
That is not God 
What they teach us
Don't add up 
Too evens

lately

That's Life

Guess that's life now
I had to find out
Everybody leaves matter of time Now
Oh when will I find some true People just to stay by my