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Aw man
Where my real thrashers at turn this shit up right now man
We don't give a fuck out here man
We fucking ya bitch
We skating your lobby busting

him kill 'em all time to get 'em back
Put him on a shirt make 'em miss his ass
I don't do transaction with no middle man
All these percocets I’m

brick building in the middle of town
That's where several years later, she still lives by the vow
The same words, to this day, I love to sing out loud

from their ass
I don't really wanna be the
Man that you hate
You don't really wanna be the man in my way
From the middle-west
I hit 'em and I get up in

niggas we started the Movement
We some young niggas outta Massachusetts
Ever since a youngin' bitch I been a Nuisance
Speeding the whip middle finger

rather die for my brothers

I was always taught not to put my faith in a bitch, shit
Yall know what im talking about
'Cause every time shit gets real she

Dead Body Disposal

Necro

Street Villains, Vol. 1

before it decays and stinks up
It won't be noticed but literally turns up other shit
And ya bag is in the middle buried right under it
Especially if you

tear me apart, right down the middle what a painful scar
To let my soul cripple, pour it all to the floor
To lose the war that I caused myself
To say

fucking wannabe woman right's activist 
You tried to fix it ASAP but you're a hypocrite 
I hang out with a bunch of niggas in the matrix 
They steady making

What I say
I really experience
I can see right through their frame
They low in spirit
Pointless like a home with a beautiful exterior
Look in it
No

juice no cranberry 
Head shot gang whys ******* so angry 
In the middle of the pitch like santi 
**** road ain’t scored it’s peak 
Creep up and gang you

Spirit is in me
Keepin' it coming
And keepin' it going
Trusting my God's boat, I'm rowing
Ain't no water gonna come inside
And take this thing right off my

or hearing me now
Cause I swear to god if you get back up there'll be no throwing in the towel
By all means though be my guest, go ahead and do your best
Your

Playground

David M. Bailey

Coffee With the Angels

2002

Seems like everything's been rearranged

The merry -go-round is in the middle
The seesaw was moved to the side
The grass where we looked for 4-leaf

on the booth meticulous rhymes. Then I go back and get on the go. Pat on the back, kissing the babies give them a show. I seen you lost in middle of road. I

to call, but never call me back
“But this Brazilian weave,” I’m too raw for that
And now I gotta girlfriend in the city in the middle of the woods
Livin’

feel a lil
I don't judge but I be judging on the man in the mirror
Everything I know as wrong helped me shamed my life a lil
I be knowing right from

from Nawfside of Atlanta
Told that lil bitch that I don't got no manners
Walk in this bitch smell like dolce gobana
We put extensions right under

to
That you can blow it by the ounce to
Bad bitches thinking that they can't live without you
Young rich nigga they can't walk in my shoes
I can't bask in

and look at my bitch
They told me back in the day
I wouldn't amount to this
I'm peepin these nigahs
They counterfeit
They hating on me I don't give a shit

you know my middle fingers up behind the tint of my car
I walk around the city with my ice on
Passing by you feel the cold front
Stepping in the laces

depend on God's strength
in the middle of crises
Ya digg
The devil gone try you

But gotta know that God
Gone be with you when in the fire
Daniel chapter

your middle name too, I know you a freak
Don't you ever think you finna leave, three friends walked in and I like what I see
Can she walk in heels?

from the middle right to the top
Roll up the chronic and I'ma hit it a little 
A bit of gin and I just can't stop
Feeling faded, really high, I don't