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da streets don't love 
You like I do
And I'm just being for real
My nigga jus lost his appeal
I'm just being for real
Pick up a brick before a deal

gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram

I eat molly, but I don't need Molly
Rolling up all this tree with Dolly
And it's dilating my eyes, mane

Sophisticated, sedated A-list add to the slight fragrance coming from my basement
Favorites is favorites, I'm hated by the basics
Oversaturate

that enemy  
send to me 
I'm praying for my cousin 
he got life a felony 
we were in the same streets 
way before Sesame 
almost needed therapy for my

Was so discreet
But I won't be beat
I'm back to eat
One part country
And One part street
Taking acid by the sheet
My Brain cells i deplete
Like a bucket

you rather get strangled or go by your favorite knife?
You did say till the end huh, my lovely wife
Now you just (standing there)
Like you don't know

I Remember

Jungle Brothers

V.I.P.

2000

were the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street playin skelly
Rushin

you'd never lose my gaze or pull your weight off of my side
If I passed you walking down this lonely city street tonight
Tell me, would you walk right

need that
I'm pimping and I mean that, hey ho
A nigga came up from the bottom, mane
Diamonds on my AP and my chain
Looking like street lights
You niggas

now
Yeah I’ve been driving by your family’s house
But they don’t know about
All the little things that you did to me
Held me so tight I couldn’t breathe

the blunt all night
Every now and then take a forty to the head right (head right)
Where would be be without Iller by my side (side)
People do me dirty jot

shine
All them sleepless nights
We was down bad ain't no one by our side
Me and my niggas yeah we goin' crazy
We going hard today
Hop on the court, pull

Snowed In

Albert Collins

Frostbite

1980

"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"

"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn

the crib wit the gate
I know Ima be there one day
But for now I'm stackin up my cake
Cuttin grass get bread to see the snakes 
Done did hella crazy things

needs a wife
Kevin and Noah walking down the street
R-A-P-P-I-N-G
Call me Christopher Columbus I discovered my bro
He gets what I like and he gets my flow

never a lot
But always enough
My daddy walked me to the middle of the streets
To make my skin tough
Like which way you going
Direction better know it

they know my name
What more y'all want from me
I been ran them streets wit no cleats Did it comfortably
I got put on set as baby The Clair was my Daddy

Kevin and Noah walking down the street
R-A-P-P-I-N-G
Call me Christopher Columbus I discovered my bro
He gets what I like and he gets my flow
Socks on my

Please Don't Hate Me

Insane Clown Posse

Bizaar

2000

fucked her with a bowling pin
She's freaky
Her nipples look like peanuts
Your mama's one of my favorite sluts
She likes licking from the back of my balls

in jail, just tryna prove it
You see me out here tryna live my life bruh
You know some shit, don't doubt it
Ain't no fighting
I been up in the street

Know I'm in here by my lonely
Per usual
It's a lonely star
But the sun shine light
Gotta let em know somethin
Can't let em take nothin
This life get

Cutter)
He told me, "Fuck it, it's nothin', my nigga
I'll touch in a minute, keep doin' your thing," look

I hear these rappers talkin' like they

Boy's street team:
I couldn't work the locks
Now let's go, take em back to the plan
Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van
Any pessimists, I ain't talk

insane
But until that time
Maybe when you see me
It'll make you smile
Just know that I'm doing
The best I can
With what I have

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