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I’m goin’ too far
I’m goin’ too far
For lovin’ my best friend
I’m goin’ too far

It gets me so low
It gets me so low
I couldn’t find a way back
It

Vacancy in my soul I take it and sleep
Only time I find peace appeasing my soul
Keep moving even when I'm numb because that means there's hope
So I lay low

yo feet
Coming in wit that fye it's heat
I got yo hoe fucking up my bed sheets
Put her on knees she dead meat
Umma beat it up like dead meat
Won't no

COUNTING  UP 
BUT IM TRYNNA LAY LOW 

Do my job 
Then I’m trynna go home 

No appearance
Less it’s on payroll 

No goals 
Then a nigga can’t go 

get

on with me?

I'm nauseous, I feel so fucked up
Nightmares keep waking me up
I'm so tired
Try to sleep, but my heads on fire
I don't want it, but I need it

the vault
At least no dignitaries know
Keep profits high and margins low
And keep em in a stranglehold
Don't need no culture
We got our own
Keep our children

Gotti it ain't shit to have them sent through 
Head shot a nigga quick we put that pressure on your mental 
And all my niggas dogs like they fresh up out

that boat until it sinks
Rage against the light of dusk
Won't be shaken by the wolves
Keep on the way and do not run
Until the moon above is full
Until

Fast Life

Nas

Finest Parts 1

2008

the seven-figure cream

Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery, shootouts

of my needs but I don't see you as a wife
Something we could keep low-key
Know what I mean for the night
I keep my head high regardless of how it go

till I find it its whatever so till I find it its whatever
My Brodie had a good heart but he still got shot down
I keep my family by my heart cuz they

ALL AROUND THE WORLD

Ali Shaheed Muhammad

Masters of the Sun, Vol. 1

2018

Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what

I'm that nigga, sadly I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
Lil bitch like, ion give a shit
Run yo mouth, to yo people keep that bullshit out yo lip

Nigga, get yo' hand outta' my pocket
Nigga, get yo' hand outta' my pocket
(Buuuurp) fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all

It ain't nothin' nice it ain't

Balla Talk II

Paul Wall & Chamillionaire

Get Ya Mind Correct

2002

to coconuts
I'm trying to keep my pockets fatter than Oprah's butt
I'm sitting crooked and thoed, wide squatted and slow
It goes down boy you already know -

neighbors thirty-four flavors, I got ice cream, yeah

Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe
All night serving hard white, nigga, P Miller

Ho yo ho, it's Dirk Tarj Claymore, n' from Clan McJagger, he's hailing
With his broadsword swinging dangerously, and Angus the bagpipe's wailing
He's

feelin lone
But i keep it on the low, girl i kept it on the low
Hoped that i would never let you down
I was bringing flowers while you was gettin plowed

with you, who gon stop it?
When the lights get low, be my shadow
I know she gon' milk this like cattle
Get the finest silk, not no cater-
Pillars might

currently fighting against the current
We're low on nourishment and
It's impossible to flourish
We are low on food, low on supply
Need to feed 600 guys
Need

the flow
Get to and fro
High and low, up and up and then down we go
Where we end up? I don't know
You can't beat the system, go with the flow
Yo back by

a topless coupe
As it happens
Got yo lady topless too
This ain't new to me
Y'all n****s fast food to me
Yo girl IN and OUT my crib
She a drive thru to me
Its

briefcase 
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped 

Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure 
Space investor,

I just can't take it no more
Yo
My flow lethal
And I don't forget my Roots
So, here's some Black Thought by way of Puerto Rico
My heart pump for