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through the door
Don't want a little taste
Ya gotta give me some more, c'mon

Livin life like a son of a gun
5,4,3,2,1

How do you want it?
How do ya need

what little
Resources are left to the poor
Just to have a car and an apartment takes three times a
Minimum wage job, and most businesses don't pay
Even

laugh when we step in the building, end on the ceiling
My head is up in the clouds and I can't go down
I live for the moment, I'm here right now
Wait,

Count down from ten 
Let the year-end 
Bring in the new 
Version of you

Last one's for the books 
Next one, fresh outlook 
In three two one

i was raised to be a victor
And im clutch like a field goal kicker
Judge a kid by his weapon, house ball V
We at the alley haven't seen em in weeks
So

irie
Break it down on the floor
Don't forget to leave your troubles at the door
full it up fill it up and come on back for more
Cuz my braddah once said

care how I live my life anymore,
I just want someone to know that I'm all alone.
And I don't even know myself anymore.

[Verse 3:]
Looking back

What the fuuuuuuck?

It's only three thirty seven
And the sun with her chariot's descending from the heavens
And my ass is cold, and my ass is wet

still call through the cell phone
One place doesn't matter, walk a few blocks see me through the front door
Tell what happened through the window, let me

your vest lil nigga
You never kicked down doors
Or popped them heads lil nigga
I rock a lil different when I'm off my meds lil nigga
5.56 full court

here fighting 3rd degree
My brothers fighting murder, free to jails, they super active with it
They ain't even got no proof, they point they fingers

by I
Sipped too much smoke and I
Became part of the carpet
I didn't fit
And this all was a lie

Breaking down the waking walls
Of this hallway
Reaching

I'm a spray it on their door

Call me fuckin Rambo I'm a go pop pop pop
Go and talk your shit I'm a hit all these shots
Speeding down your block got

Three weeks you lived next door and only now just
Thought to float your head around, ask me what's up
All the puzzle pieces laid out in the street

no-no for beef, smoke the cocoa leaf There's no relief
As this rap door revolves And I enter
Take center storm like people homes
Blow up mics like I

The Sewers of Mars

Royal Trux

Thank You

1995

A minor infection, that's what we've endured
The car slows down, another curve
I carved out a block of time
In the hall of kings

Look

Hit the Beach

Swingers

Practical Jokers

1981

doesn't want to die
I don't want to die!
Three seconds later, shrapenl wipes off his face,
And it goes floating by
Whoa-oh-oh, oh, oh Hit the Beach!

and stare. 
Never intimidated, she'd never back down. For her, these streets were sacred grounds. 
She's the pillar in every village, every community, every

congregate, they shrimp. Anyone not in on the secret, or just passing by, would think that shrimping consisted of a person lying on the ground and writhing,

END

2,3,4

YOU ALWAYS TAKE MY BAGGAGE
YOU’LL GLADLY TAKE MY PURSE
OPEN DOORS TO PAVE THE WAY, YOU ALWAYS SAY ‘NO YOU GO FIRST’

YOU’RE A GOOD GUY

hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one
fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion
all i

was now relived
The nigga sittin on the couch dick hard as hell
Freaky little bitch got up and locked the door
And put on the vcr and lay down

sleep, but woke up to someone banging on
My door as soon as i opened it i got gang jumped by a bunch of men
My neighbor got them to dip but if i had my gun

high into the air
He brings it down upon her head
Just one blow and now she's dead
He drags her body to the back door
Leaves a trail of blood