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flyin'
Syllables? I'll kill the rules and send your kids to different schools
Imagine you can grasp it, other planets like an abacus
Change the flow

homie
Just keep your group tight don't get in no fights
Just live yo lil life and pray you survive

You only wake up by the skin of your teeth
Nigga I'm

on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me

detectives'll have to pry us apart
Who'd of thought we'd part the way that we did?
Just a few short months after makin' a kid
Does your new man do it like

smash hit
You know the curve make em swerve like gymnastics
Some artist paint pictures that a plastic
Always talking how they eating should have fasted

got action lights
They didn’t love us, 
Now we above em
Now they ain’t acting right
Feel like mclovin
All this loving
Now they aint acting right

My

that sizzle make em pop
He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop
He didn’t know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters
Aye

Follow With Pride

Buckshot

The BDI Thug

1999

to get you off of this
I got a bank roll, grow like fungus
So much money, ya niggas want to come among us
Live like kings, do our things
But let me tell ya

The perspective of a
Mature Kid on a concrete jungle
Living life by one rule, stay away from trouble
His own bubble, frustrated cant even do it
Quit

jou hande op

Kaapstad hustlers, salute us to Zander, dis Youngsta, no kids will like the gedagtes
The sun's up dis pragtig, jassis you lastig, party

connects in a verb
Whether you from the depths of the hood
Or the tip of the 'burbs
We all people, speaking the truth
What makes us equal
Peering off

and Jim
The four of us together, we was working side-by-side
That's how I chanced to be there on the night Jim Reilly died
Well, the blastin' had been easy,

Running Man

Jimmy Nail

The Nail File: The Platinum Collection

1997

Words and music by jimmy nail

Can you hear it in your streets ?
Talk so cheap like tumbledown
Empty words and dirty deeds
Words so deep we all could

So here it is, the ending
The one that neither of us ever thought was coming
The black letter day when we're finally, irrevocably done
And I am

the nightmare children
(Say a prayer for the nightmare children)
They criticize us and the way that we live
But we can end this now than we ever did
(Say a prayer

I come from the projects, get shot by a kid
We rolling around with pistols and ganja
When I fuck up some paper, I just listen to 'Commas'
I can

When we were kids
We were always seen together
Folks would see us by the trainyard after school
We'd hold each other's hand and we'd go walking
I'd

dollars for a shirt
Since I pay six that's nineteen
Profit for a hit
I'm a prophet to these kids
I'm like a church, speezus Christ
Used to work morning

at my style
When I pull up I drive the girls wild
All they can say is wow, wow
All they can say is wow, wow

I ain't playin' dead, it live in the south
It

Riding through the Northside with my windows tinted (Why)
I don't like no hoe niggas in my business
Mouth full of yeahs I been jamming since a lil

Hahaha, a new era has began
A new light has risen from a massacre
A Memphis massacre
Bread from solitude, fed by darkness
Blessed to be cursed

to whip that Lincoln 
Like a Chevy

Better live while you can nigguh
Learn the ropes quick
Find yourself twice
I don’t gotta do too much
I like what I like

heart remote
Probably why I'm dark and cold
Parked along the darkest roads
Praying for positions where that Parmesan come by the load
Instagram popping

a product of what made me
Smallest thing walking I got bullied by the older kids
Shoulder play retarded but that blicky poke below the ribs
Moving like