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stuck in my mind and my body
I'm just getting started
My stomach is killing me, why won't you stop it God
I let my mind wander too often
Exit the world

turn to liquor
With my finger on the trigger
Barrel under my chin and
If pulled it would you figure
That it turned me suicidal
This world Ive seen

eyes are blurred
The world's turned topsy turvy
Won't start a new venture
Till all me crew members
Are drunk and far from thirsty
All hands on deck, me

of Fantasy Shelter
So I sit in my fantaseat
Hailed as my people they pamper me
Fan me with an eviction note
Somehow with the world's worst
Fucking weakest

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

grip
you'll find your ass dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my ?

[Brotha Lynch]
Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke?
I

And honestly I think i might be kinda
Stuck
Ain't drop acid for a couple of
Months
But in the deep of darkness I be seeing
Stuff
Maybe you can not console me

me?
This music shit's the only thing that's kept me from an OD
Cuz bars would keep me chilled out
See, bars would hold the vibe
But what you don't

go
Young ap i'm all over the world
You ain't know me bitch I think you know
Lil bitch I know you know

Fed up fed up
Fed up with alla these games that

run
I paint your whole cinnabon
It's a lot of money in this world
I'm tryin' to go get a bunch
Look, warlocks, we keep a broom
I only ran from afternoon

me hold you please
So they stood there together holding closely in peace
Knowing only minutes separate the holy from the meek
The story of the beast

it's cold
Oh I'm so in tune with the seasons
And by now you fully well know
Oh I'm so improved it's appealing
Niggas wanna know what tune
I'm releasing

to prison you lying ass hoes
Colonization is a crime 
Your all completely Covered in slime
From lobbyists on double dares
To keep  losers off drugs
Are for

Still My Hood

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

for shorts
And hey night around 12 you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em!)
And know niggas is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in

Wanna be a world star by blasting people
Fighting people and making videos for some fame
But in a month nobody gonna remember your name
If you keep it up

avoided
I'm not no advocate for marriages
I do enjoy a plain Jane and a car to rock the karat's in
Choose your words carefully
That saves you from

How you think we blowin' up, Most of them can't handle shit
Careful when approachin' em, step Right in I'll show you too
Where we keep our candlesticks,

taking children from their mothers warm embrace
In your head you were a god but in the real world your not
Build yourself up strong but it's the evidence

the pass
Captured In a photograph
This my selfie
But I'm not two selfish
Cause in person three words
You'll never here me say
Is lord help me
Please don't

words in my mouth
Just like you're putting selfmade artificial facts about me in your head
See I never said that I care, was that prepared
See all I did

know that it hurt
You gotta go get how u work
I want the double G all on my shirt huh
I be so lowkey I'm smoking OG
You wouldn't know me, up in my mask

on my word like
It's sealed with fresh blood on my thumb
Don't need you to check for me less
You got checks for me
Money count fast when I'm using my

doorstep more
Yeah
But who the fuck are you to tell me what to do when all you seek is dollar bills
Not for pleasure sniffing around like a whore
I was gonna

stayin' for more
And you know it's part of my whore phase
That I got the game by the neck to the core
Talk about all of them 'for me
But I got 'em beat from

Don't make me get into it I just wanna keep it moving
Thirty hours later mountains not gonna make this shit long
I don't fuck wit the state this ain't