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jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these

too stuck up in his pride
In his mind where he abide
This pressure where I thrive
So many niggas who won't pray but still gone question god
I'm standing

by, they be so pressed, that's why they aim for us
How we gonna deal if we ain't tryna build no trust in us
Sexin' you, touchin' you, feelin' on you

Ghost Deini

Ghostface Killah

Live in New York City

2006

You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,

Ghost Deini

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele

2000

You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,

Nigga I will dump
I got my thang off in the trunk
I ain't lookin for no funk
Tryna find some hoes to fuck
Man, I want my johnson sucked
Bakarii's puffin

got three hoes in this two door and one just want to go bi
We just trying stay, We just trying stay live
We just trying to get by, We just want to get

(Goddamn, Equinox)
I'm in, are you out?
Don't want nobody else, at all
I came to say how you been, what you on?
Got me stuck in my head all by myself

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I

auto
She like when they from Chicago
Know that She only like what I got tho
But when It Start to clap I'm like bravo
Damn
Stuck tryna make a way
Been put

Cause In The race to space 
No one’s winning 
Rats stuck in place
Were just spinning 
On the wheel to chase
A carrot they call  job
Even though They say

now you stuck with a monster
That bitch tryna suck up my Johnson like Dwayne or Lyndon
Bitch, it's goin' down like a syndrome or system
I'd chop off

be misguiding the youth 
You in the circle yeah stuck inside a loop

Written by
Sean Johnson

your tone
I want my family back together, I just pray it don't be long (yeah)
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (ayy)
The ones

Made him far from alone
Yes, the creatures he kept
Made him far from alone

"I have only one son 
In Chicago for life
He is separate from me

you're stuck at the greeting
So peel back that notion
And part your ocean
And go for the dive in the eye
To find your why you are the way you are
When you

The Hilton

Raekwon

Bulletproof Wallets

2001

killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She

chains that wrap your brain 
Programmed to look, rap and talk the same 
Computer sims stuck in a maze so
We ride for the motherfucking truth 
With

for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor

4th Chamber

GZA

Back to Back: Raw & Uncut

2008

out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin' knives which stay windy in Chicago
Spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters

you can fold 'em 
Pockets stuck on young Arnolds Schwarz enegger (a nigga) stay flexin' on 'em
Game so wavy I got your bitch nauseous 
Been on point in

Flossing, like I got sum stuck in my teeth
Mop stick, length of my leg, tucked in the seat
Might stomp shit, hand them his teeth soon as he speaks

the whole O
Roll till my soul released
Bro no I don't know relief
Bro outta that jam but stuck in the cold
Dodgin them same police
The homeless done froze in

I ask Sway?
Who got the answers? Maybe I do
Maybe the city's been stuck
In a sickened survival tell you what I'd do
I'd pull the people from poverty