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man
Nigga you got played on Christmas
It's no honor in the game of business
People come from the streets
Nigga they checking the game for winners
I'mma

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
See you pussies in the afterlife, we at your casket closin'
Home invasion, check the front door then see if the back is open
Be aware, don't be

Yeah
Aye, you gon' hold me down mama?
Best believe in me, daddy, now what you 'bout to do?
Secure another win, just to bring it back and empower

in the function, throwing 50s
And You know I'm throwing B's
Niggas know lil Rekk a menace
Keep a Tech-9 in his jeans
We been in the field for real
No,

he don't care, see, he might wanna kill
Huh, huh, see, I be stuck up in the yo
Grab a nigga by his throat, then let some shots go
Huh, huh, he try

just know the kid gon be straight
Y'all niggas are dumb, admitting crimes on a track
In the court of law, they gon play that shit back
Nigga if I was

just to eat
I had to get it hard in these streets they knw where 
I'm from I'm straight out them slums all them niggas dumb youngens wit drums 
I want

Feel It

House of Pain

House of Pain

you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's

of em 
All this envy inside em you know me shit I had to put the lil test on em
I remember shit back in the day  getting bullied by bald head Tiffany
Now

and a frost bit face
Wishing I was back in the United States
I'm watching cars go by

I pace around from street to street
Messages I've sent to sea
A simple

street
I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind
But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, I need you by

AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza

Eroticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace

used to watch my uncles hang out by the fence
'Till my uncle hit the Fence, and ended up in the Feds
Crockpot in the summer, raised by a single mother

back it's way too late
Still got to be home by 8
And in all the clash I was clipped on George
Clipped on George Street
Knocked right off of my feet
Now

wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By

like Dora, Chasin' money off lean
Hit call knock em all, leave blood on the scene
Lotta pints in the trunk sold out, I ain't fiend
Check the board lil

Born in the middle of a crack storm
Lil nigga barely 15 with straps on em
To young to cast a vote but got a pack on em
Bands on em, by the rack

say so
Streets on my back so you know I gotta lay low
God got my back on my head got a halo
Never fall in love with a treesh only play those
Pull up

in a ol’ makebelieve saloon

And I know the trees grow tall
And the moss grows soft 
And mama’s roses come back every year 
Tastin’ berries by

put on a mask and go rob a bank 
She bout to run in the safe, I circle the block to see if it's safe
I never pump on the brakes 
I take the cops

You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are high
Gotta go

and I'm back in a minute
I'm livin' no limits, you better get with it, I'm gone
They stressin' out while I'm chillin'
I'm stretchin' out on fresh linens

Outside another yellow moon
Punched a hole in the nighttime, yeah
I climb through the window and down to the street
I'm shining like a new dime

Earth, Wind & Fire

Jamie T.

iTunes Live: London Festival '09 EP

2009

a gun held by the young
In a far gone land shooting everyone
Fee-fee, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
Is the package in the back becoming a problem
Fee-fee, fi-fi,