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phone at home
Get your hands dirty for the right reason and not the wrong
You put a nigga under you, keep that to yourself and that's alone

Don't get

2 feet
2 feet in the mud in a trench that i dug
So deep that I'm finding it hard to get out
But my souls intact
My spirit is free
Though I'm in 2

Especially the ones, taking dem cat nap
Calico or siamese? We own three.
One that's obese the other 2 are Chinese
So precious I even take em the movies
There's

Chorus: 

The city never sleeps  

I’m blinded by the streetlights 

If it ain’t lootings, it’s shootings  

The drugs, it claimed so many in this

And I'll stand by myself, can't get inside myself
I built a wall and it's starting to set"

The truth is my dear, there's nothing set in stone
You could live

Don't be shocked when I start actin'
Like I'm never by the phone, bitch
She say she ain't met nobody like me, baby
Get in line
Need to learn

Do you have what it takes? 
Do you have what it takes? 
Do you have what it takes? 
Or are you just another person 
To afraid of manifesting x 2

Selling work by the flea 
Hitting licks with no conscious 
He gotta get to the green 

Walking in class and the big chain flash 
Went from being a gook

get this life
But nothing was the same, okay
Gave all my heart, you see inside myself
Don't touch the pain, okay?
All the toxic waste has dried
I'll

This is that Dominican
Kid that get up inside your heads just like Ritalin
The way he wrote them lyrics bet
You thought it was in a different language he

riddle
Derry Maine the place we call home 
Scared to death no weakness shown
Losers club carve it in stone
We the best act like you know
Come get us we

sounds) a one, two

Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair,

In the Ghetto

Russ Lee

Same Thing Different Day

2004

It's an everyday task, trying to live a good life
Inside of the ghetto, where everybody be shife

[Hook: x 2]

[Yung Redd]
Welcome to the South,

people are present and looks get exchanged
Thats when my blood runs cold and my thoughts turn deranged

I can tell I can tell by how my knuckles turn white

Wick wit’ a pencil
We armed, clips are the scriptures
We gon’ get ya to listen Lokd in
Yo, call me an addict for bars
My rhymes string like guitars when

body had been taken away 
I remember running to get to that tomb 
And then finding nothing
With my hand on the cold stone around me 
I seemed like I was

Instead of head stones or waiting by the jail phones
This ain't no resolution, I ain't politicin but we plotin on a revolution
Leave a couple with

move
Or get shooted up, m***********
Mr. chest pubes
Oughta guess 
Who in this m***********
Better run like I intercepted
Two of them m************
Call

do you suppose they call them 'Runids'?
I don't know, but I can't wait to get my hands on it!

It's not far the traverse
A night, or two, at worst

So you can catch me riding
Pull up when I get to yours
Soon I get inside it imma
Make them panties hit the floor

You make me feel like
I should leave

My love got me this photo materialized in the physical
Shot by one my realest the spirit do
Rise the sweat I feel every molecule
Vibrating the world

of punks with stone faces yea you're emo geez
Got ya sight on short paper yea you Ceelo green
I swoop through on my hero steez you guy jokes
Yea i get it man

is immense
I lunge with weight that some of you use on the bench
I'm roaming inside the bullpen
When I get pitching I'm itching to flame the leather