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How Real It Is

J-Live

All of the Above

2002

ONE!" <-- Funkmaster Flex (DP One... bring it in)
[scratching] (Come on, we gon' rock)
[scratching] (Show em how... take em home)

back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys,

I Know I Know [Drag Blend]

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely

Wake Up

Trae

The Beginning: Chopped and Screwed

2008

daily bread
Cause if a nigga don't call you back when you beep him, he might be dead
Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude

We live and die and recycle, the prisons high with the spiteful
My vision spied on a future, where written lies I recite will bring me good fortune

go home
I think I've seen enough"
Well, he just shook his head and pointed to a sign
Said, "The still's broken, boys, bring your own shine
But don't

it again
Bring you back to me let it all be alright
I'm growing tired and I'm losing this fight
I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
You know

I will take a step back, only if a step back goon double our grind
A diplomat with a diploma, but marijuana help free your mind
This 4 my homes still

go straight back
My nigga side? did 8
Came home nigga like "Yo where the cake at?"
Niggas wanna trip, then we hit
Em with the clip, and
We shoot

the spirit leave ya
Me and Vinnie thought we'd bring it
Back here to see ya

prerogative home
She too far gone, provactive as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I
Made and drove into myself, passed to the next guy

enough
To cut this world into the sized place they will only ever have to interact with themselves in
Like they are at home or something
People driven by

The best forever in,
I know I'm blessed to live, am I ready to begin?

Got business to attend, bring the lyrics back in this
When I get my first M, I'll

Poetic
And eventually leads you to go get an
Extra large, extra cheese, extra dough pizza
From the Mister Dough Sto
And then bring it home and eat it
While

Cause he know she gon’ tell him
To bring your ratchet ass home
Tonight we going hard ‘till
The lights come on
Tell the DJ "Play that Hurricane"
That’s my

he knows it's the moment 
That slow-mo loaded desert eagle blowing 
Frozone flow, he follow you home every week so know I got him posted, Broski 
I

say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped

up
The fact is, it's kind of like if your back hurts and a supermodel asks if you'd like
A back rub

He flirts and we let him in
And then we let him

always be there to welcome you back
I still remember the day my dad walked into my room
Came to bring the hammer down and it dropped with a boom
He said

to bring some light into this world of hatred 
But was shady and it needed to go back to basics, some  friends they couldn't face it and left faith, cos they

luck
No Validation

She woke up that morning
With heart to give
Though she comes from a broken home
With a heart of gold
She's painting her face in

stared at him, she could remember things from when he came home. Last night? Last dream? There were fragments of memories––faded––as if they were only

The fun you havin' by yourself ain't quite
The same as two can be

I'm your Flynn Rider, baby let's Tangle
How does a demon wear legs of an angel?
Go back

a surgeon
Once you leave you leave it ain't no going back and don't be lurking
I'm on my own
I'm staying strong
I'm chasing Bs not Ms I want away from home