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Slow, Cold Drops

Sole

Selling Live Water

the bonedust of a plan, but ends in a slow roll 
With the skull of a wyoming bull on the grill of a rented minivan.
Three things: 1) you lose people in life,

complex, don't matter the context
Straight up emotion's part of the process
Keep on the contest
Call it "progress"...
I'ma condense the nonsense
Free

wit them when I touchdown I'm trippin' nigga
Ain't no talkin' around these parts
Nigga fuck around and lose a couple parts, fuck around wit these niggas

Verse 1 (Female):
In the silence of the night, I hear your voice,
Echoing memories of a love by choice.
But now the walls are closing in, can't you

sets you a part (You different)
Spark light from the dark

I learned from my wrong (Only right)
Bouncing back strong
Gotta hustle for self (Do it

parts of my life that still have effects 
But there's more to life than that
Whether it's early on or with your last breath
I pray that every single

[Verse 1]

We all got baggage this is mine,
Fucked over by my kind,
My father was not a part of my life,
All I know is his goodbye,
I ask why with no

Flappin'

Originoo Gunn Clappaz

Da Storm

1996

it up.

Top Dawg:
I'm pulling the evidence form all y'all fakin' ass residents
Who claim that y'all community clam and come from heaven send
You best

Pulled into town about a quarter to three
Singing songs from Spain at the top of my lungs
She said, "Hey, baby", when she saw it was me
I was looking

takes in my mind if I told you you wouldn't believe him
Partner stay by my side divide the pot as we equal
Life committed like that conviction
Might add

the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions

tides

2. Dat bus field trip to corrections was a long ride when 12 came for one of us fuck it we gon all slide

3. I can’t see em comin down my eyes

All in Together

Sean Price

The Barrel Brothers

2014

Now do believe I'm true indeed, the 2 to 3
Shovel's worth and I'm butter's worth on a shootin' spree
Sharp shooters, part shooters, move the seas, get

stick ya
In his side like a leak, then your ass is leakin'
Homie, how I found out? Boy, you know I ain't speakin'
Just consider yourself gone by

get around
Everybody fake when they claim they real it is what it is
I'm so tired of this fake love I don't want to be a part of it
Four pockets stay

Tell them about the gun line, boss
That's four planes
They murked three other niggas
That's four planes

Blake Solomon's third
They was all buried

Calling you from the deepest, darkest, evil parts of hell
Just like a bloody murder scene caused by crazy ass Chucky
If you make it out alive then consider

than a man
Here I go with these questions again
I'm impressing perfection flexing a pen
My god y'all get a pen and try hard
I know I'm the best by far

I had an awesome Latin teacher
One of his biggest lessons was
Odi et amo
It's a poem by Catullus

The way he described it
I hate and I love
Part

I be getting paid 
Weed got me in a haze
We prolly in a maze
Please I be getting faded
Cops see me and they not even gon say shit
I'm G3 and it's

boiler had died 
It was colder in me bungalow than it was outside 
Said they had ordered parts, but then they never arrived 
And I was pigged-off, cold

to speak
Had to choose between life and death
I wisely chose a beat
Now I'm living life by faith I was saved by His grace (Grace)
Guilty verdict on my name

me in my spot
2:55 on the dot, she shows up at 3 O' clock
5 minutes you're on, so you know I
Can't wait to stand next to her, side by side
It's not

to sleep every night 2-3 O'clock
And I'm up every morning by 7 O'clock 7:30 at the latest
And I'm not tired