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Rich 100 show them how you do it
Pre approved they already ran a soft credit check
If it still say delivered I ain't ready yet
It's a great day

procession passed me by
First there came a kangaroo with a swag of blankets blue
A dingo ran beside him as his mate
They were travelling mighty fast but they

Stanley Kolodziejpski and Nicky Suppa
Ran the cage in the No5 Shaft at the Mine
It wasn't the backbreaking work of a mucker
At four bucks a day they

Don't Know Nobody

Capone-N-Noreaga

The Reunion

2000

the machine they callin for
Fuck a message all they need is it playin back
I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat
With bums niggas who sell crack
Flippin off

Up Until Then

John Gorka

Out of the Valley

no one else could reveal
Her new man said to meet him at eight
She came in dressed to the nines
But by ten it was clear he was more than late

Day, I need roses by the dozen
I am not in competition, nigga, I'll blow your budget
I'm the fucking seed of Kobe Bryant, you Demar Derozan

This is

here all day
And hey by the way

I Reap like a reaper
I Creep like a creeper
A Cannibal hanibal

Im an animal
I'm a cannibal
I'm an animal
I'm a cannibal

the hassels of the machine
Day three sun down in the wintery evening, Matt's worn eyes glued to the road
The pale tarmac burnt into his retinas, lines in

Because
Guard up your dogs
You know we coming in hot
It's going to take
All of us together
Clean it up the mop
We going to act like we is chilling

machine do it every day
Concentrate consciously on the colour rays
Controlling the mind first business of the day

Morning thirty min every f f day
You

Middle of the Night

Eightball & MJG

Tha Remix Album

2005

nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for

Inside Out

Pain of Salvation

One Hour by the Concrete Lake

1999

it all an hour
By the Concrete Lake!

'I dread the day my children will ask me why. I dread the day when I will
have to explain to them that people

Make'm Bleed

Fiend

Ghetto Organized

1998

them niggas 
goin have to die 
They done fuck with my dogs and I gotta break jaws like I break laws 
Got them niggas all fucked up havin them have

instance
But the Spawn never came out in light ('Lyt)
So I feel like I can't call you "Day"
I just gotta call you "Night"
Well, I got some lil' niggas

dog, listen
Hate this stuff, Luddite's not prayed enough
Prayers to the sky, fam, tech shit's wideband
Cellphone glasses, the masses
Yea, you big tech

Riders pick and send or let them go
Turning right or wrong with the yes and no
Til the waves create
Day and night, rise or fall
Better, worse, wind or calm

him free
He says, hack them all, throw them to the dogs, I want a body like a missile, give me a brain machine
He says, want a body like a missile, give

up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, wassup? (Damn) 
I ain't even get charged yet
(Come on man, let's ciph man about the good ol' days man you

a war

Today is the day I spit wild fire outta my mind
I'm starting to realize that they fed a lot of lies in between the lines
That's why I keep my guns

on a brand name
But any day it's OE over champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a fuck who can't relate I'm Erick landscape
I paint

Washing Machine

In springtime
You found me
Cold and numb
Sitting by the sea
And you sat and you smiled and we talked
And it felt like a dream
When

cereal bars
The morning coffee
The search for car keys
The suit and noose
The lonely commute
The forced smile
The-must-be-done-by-5-file
The belligerent

Part 1:
Bedrock, Bones McQueen
Triforce, let's do it!

Back in the day when I had nothing to say
Max and me would cook DMT lamenting celibate fate

in it for days
Hop in it and spray
Machine gun bullets
All over the place
Like pissed off teens
With spray paint cans
And tattooed hands
Ripped up