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yea 
Got a bomb bay 
When I'm feeling blue 
She know just what to do yea 
Out of the mud and off into the trenches 
Can't be by my side 
If you wii with

the fuck you're feeling
I'm tryna find out what the fuck you're feeling
What the fuck you're feeling?
Let's take a trip
'Round by in Europe or something like

It'z on Thatz the move AJ [yea] Well it'z on
We gon intensify the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'
We under a lot of pressure, all opposites

I'm ever alone 
Cuz when I'm by myself, you still in my dome
I do what I can to make you feel at home 
Cuz I'm wanting you with no makeup on 
You my

Looking for you, I feel so pathetic
I wanna run with you
I'm looking under every stone
I don't know where you're at I keep driving by your old home cause I

burger by die Spur maybe I got the moves to make your panther purr, baby

For die sick peacock, Last of the Mohicans, opgefok met olie soos 'n spatchcock

Bitch you know what’s the deal
Now we stripping she asking me Cou are you nervous
Bitch I do this for real
And I’m off Vicodin bitch
Dick hard like

hole
Breeze blow breeze blow breeze blow
Wind changes, I gotta go

I'm not defined by this
It's just a place, it's not my home
I don't wanna wake up

on my grind
I can grip the 40 or the 9
It don’t mean a nigga got a spine
Who know what is real and what’s a lie
Now let me take you way back
So I’m

Gucci my waste 
Then Gucci my head 
Now look at they face
I'm embracing the hate 
When you Destined for great 
Young nigga really been fool
Going

By now you should realize
The revolution will not be televised
For all the lies, sin and deceit
Even at the very little confusing me
Steering me away

more drive at night
Through a parade of lights
One more song we sing
Hearing your laughter ring
I'm wishing for one prayer to come true
For one more

everything by the morning 
I'll call round about nine it's fine 
Give you the keys of this house 
We'll be staying for awhile 
Hopefully things will get better

mind
So be quiet…
And don’t ask what I’m rapping for
This shit is personal…
My mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home

I'm staring into the eyes of 35 years of experience
I watch him reach for that patient file with haste
He then proceeds to transcribe my emotional

Aye man frizzblock fredo in this bitch shorty
I ain't even gotta say too much
I'm back man die homes
Fuck the other side
They know how we give it up

It's never too late
Tie a shoe lace
We can kick it for the next 2 days
By a new place
It's a new me it's a new day
Let me hear you say

It's not late

to call home with me tonight
When I'm black, we got back in the back
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sight
And I miss catching movies I’m so sick of catching flights
Did I count the cost for every speaker, every light
But didn’t factor in not tucking them

pressure got us Building aggression got us
Taking it out on each other
Used to the self-infliction
They profit from truth we living
And hide it by selling

"When nearly eighty percent
Of American families
Invite you into their homes
These are something special
Welcome to the world of
Pyrex glass

right beside the phone
Break of dawn tryna get you out my home

And I’m getting trapped by my every escape
I lay faded awake but I’m lost inside
I hit her

Get'cha Boogie On

Vi3

So Tight

2002

hangin' by the sun
Gotta getcha boogie on
All the hunnies lookin' fine, bodies that'll blow your mind
Makin' playas wanna grind
When you're rollin' in your

I never put attachments on my glock, I'm scared of fed cases
But nowadays I got the flashlight and the blue laser
I thank God every day for my food