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fame
But fuck that cause I did it for the love of the game
And I cannot wait until you see me blow
Cause your ass just got dissed by these nice ass flows

There's no love out on these streets 
I miss you chilling in my sheets
It's so hard to find my peace 
When you not next to me
It's been hard to find my

said you got the choppa in possession but you couldn't kill me dead boy

You lost that clout something that's bigger than egos
You never have street cred

know man, hey street niggas don't cry out in the open, man
But gangstas still cry, man, you feel me
Still care about shit, real talk
Mama told me

You do me kolo
You turn my bololo oo
You do my oko" nla"

Baby please let me
Say something
Before you go to
The other street.
Baby please let tell
You

rebirth
All who bless me are blessed
All who curse me are cursed
I don't want to put you in a hearse
I served a little first
Putting in work
I still will be

Chevy-riding on the low, playlist on repeat
I’ll be skating down the road, shufflin’ with my feet
You bring me high, I have no choice I’m surrounded by concrete

So Many Diamonds

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep

at the end of the day
Every man protects themselves
YA, hear me?
Cause look though
You in these streets
You either go to jail or you are going to die
Aye one

porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end
And I’ll run these streets if
You give me

a chest up

Nigga, tell me who you are
I can tell you about me
I'm a gangster from the farm
I had to make my own name, it was a hustle growing up
One

Maybe I Deserve

Tank

Force of Nature

2001

on a sexy dress
For me to ask you, "Who the hell you tryna impress?" (the hell you tryna impress)
For you to laugh it off like it ain't nothin'
I know it's

First Degree

Ja Rule

Violator: The Album

1999

I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so

imma match you 

I'm from the streets where niggas really bangin' bitch 
Walk around pimp chain slangin' bitch 
Imma beast ain't no tamin' it 
Me

B.R.

Tony Touch

Hip Hop, Vol. 72: Universal

2003

with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like

I don't wanna be twenty something
And still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talkin
You said that by now we'd

Paint the walls of our shared

Miss Fritchie

Eddie from Ohio

I Rode Fido Home

1995

is on its way)
A hush on the streets of frederick today
(stonewall's army is on its way)

the union boys are on the retreat
(mighty barbara is on her

Down broken I’m all alone
Ain’t no kid no more I’m grown
Ain’t no way out of these streets
Death will be the one you meet
So live your life

can't you hear mе cry?
I've lived a lie and now I'm on my knees
Oh, won't you forgivе me?

One way, so far away stand by me, angel
Run away, so far away

wrist
AP bust down (Bust down)
Yes, it costs to live like this
Gotta multiply my bitch
Add it up two times divided by six
Yeah, you said you love me but I

To the H-R and slap it
These Louis's I'm wearing
Look made by some cactus
Them niggas, you're round
They look made by some actors

This is London
Let me show

Realest shit a nigga ever told it don't make you real
Cause you dropping bodies and you kill shit
When pussies niggas walking down the street
That

(Ray Keys)
(Leggo)

You the one with the pretty eyes
Always take me by surprise
Cute lips and a nice smile
Why dont'cha stay a while (yeah)
'Cause

Beam on a street sweeper let me tell you something mean Jean
Fiends lean CD-jean hawks on the gene genius
Gott'm beggin' on my doors for teasers
Gimme