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I know someone's mother
Got shot in the chest
Off first street by the bridge
Under which fishermen drink
After they retire

As she was crawling away

laughing out loud
Long time thinking I was safer by myself
Open up and cool cool out
Long time thinking I was safer by myself

Pumped up spilled guts over

[Intro]

Yeah! I can hear you talkin’ mother fucker!
I ain’t stupid, but I’ma tell it to you like this…

[Verse 1]

My ears are burning who’s talking

There's a spot in my heart,
Which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in my soul,
Never sounded or known;

There's a place in my mem'ry,
My

I know what it's like to be
Stuck in what we thought we'd be
By now haven't the left the step
But wait, this ain't over yet
I know what you're going

(The jbeez, the jbeez)

10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put

to go back to the lake, the one we used to walk by every day
I wanted to go back to that bridge
Yeah, we'd stay there for hours, laughing, feeding the koi

swell, heavy from the ennas on the Compton
Got zips up in my pocket big smoke, no option
Ms. Jenkins' son gone cuz that n**** was oppin'
I got blows by

clean up his kidneys
Surrounded by demons, ain’t really have sympathy
Man I’m still praying, ‘cause ima be sinnin’, winnin’
Fuckin’ up all competition

couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over

I should have sped
Oh baby
You really gotta stop
Watching what I do
Going to those hang out spots
When I'm with the crew
I changed for the better

Don't Give Up
Words by: By Shirley Carpenter, Michael G. Ronstadt, Rick Denzien, Serenity Fisher
Music By: Shirley Carpenter, Rick Denzien
Intro

This place with all its sad faces
Only wants to burn itself down
Making a home is its last intention

So I think I'll just go
A seed carried by

Pet my bong, Smoked my cat
Got my ass attacked by rats
Played a show, band was trash
Momma smoked my secret stash
Left the band, They were pissed

bitch 100 to shake that
Pull up side by side bitch where my eight at
Tell me a number, yeah I'm a pay that
Run up, what the fuck bitch I'm a take that

make you frown, liftin' up the bitches gown
Beatin' down had to pounce I be smokin' by the ounce
Got a big fuckin' chop for ya neck, yeah who's next
Ima

(Yeah, ooh)
(Yeah, ooh)

Dance my keys off the table top
Scuff my shoes in the parking lot
I'm late
I'm late
Find you back at the secret spot

I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' niggas to get hot like (like what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie I'm used to the spotlight (grrah, grrah)
Don't you

Break Bread

Bone Crusher

Self Explanatory

2004

[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread

Mother Machree

Paddy MacNamara's Band

British & Irish Pub Songs

1999

There's a spot in my heart,
Which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in my soul,
Never sounded or known;

There's a place in my mem'ry,
My

ain't have shit, but she want this (yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it

Grab me by the neck
And throw me against the wall
My body on your body
Don’t forget foreplay
You better hit the spot
And throw me against the wall

Oh

I heard the spot, I fell in the (Spot)
She bout to fuck, I fell in the (Fire)
She think I'm fucked, I'm digging the (Fax)
I saw her act like I

"I was met on the road by a face I once knew
Shapeless was his frame and his colors were few
We went out for a time but his sentence is in
Climbing