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Facts of Life

Ghetto Mafia

Draw the Line [Remastered Classic Street Hits]

to pack your steel
I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill
I steady keep it cause I'm silent
Because these niggas in the street 
All they thinkin

Fans
Hope you shine so bright
When you're out tonight
Some Armand on ice
Shooting stars at night
By the fireside
Take it all in stride
Got a burnin

But I'm kinda' hungry do
You want some lunch
I mean there's leftovers in the fridge
Or err i don't know what we had last night

You remind me of a girl

you'll never be controlled

You see our people are dying
I'm sick of funerals crying
My weapon rhyming
But I rather
Stab his thighs 
Look him in the eyes

tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let
Your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself
King and Queen of this house
Yellin, "I want my

dream

(Chorus)

Tied up & bound in the cords of our conviction
Got my bag of tricks & my pocket full of luck
Watercolor, paint by number, a reminder

shootin' barettas
We got bond you cant break, and a song you cant make
You can give it a try, but you just live to get high
Find a new trick to get by

Something bout you got me loosing all control
Addicted to the feeling got me in the mode
Tuned in with ya rhythm when you take it slow
I swear it

Christmas
You niggas is bummy and broke mind ya business
Bitch is a trick she gon feen for the digits

(Ew Ew, Ew, uh Ew, Ewwwwww)
No return now I'm pissed
I

knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon

not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page

Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

in the stew late at night with my cup of joe
Just rolled up three-nine in the wood
Got this nigga froze

My bad for that shit that I did
I'm just not

Something I can't do
This murder ain't a mystery
You won't have a clue
All you gon have is these tracks
Made by the abstract
And yo girl in some ash
Bitch I

I don’t fold when they talk about shit cah I’m done seeing shit cos this road no game (uh huh)
Love must be in the air but I can’t catch some cos I

waving this metal
N**gaz be talking they sounding like this, playing no games im posted with sticks
Money on the floor watch yo girl hit trick, she just

classical
You just playing a part where
You keep on adding theatricals

I'm swift with the raps
And the bitch in the sack
And the yik and the yak
Make you

Everlasting cold encircles me
Till I'm sane I want to close to it

How long will you stare at me
My eyes wide shut out in the street
Could you tell me who I am

in love with a crazy one

I was hypnotized by the way she spoke to me
Way wetter than playboy magazines, insane it was

Cali was a tough battle
I

blueprints for survival
Pop this CD in your deck let guy who's speaking guide you
Excuse me if I surprised you/ and my flow just flew right by you
Shit, I

To the plus, it all ain't good, you the type that won't believe stuck up in your fantasy trick. 

I'm live, I'm vivid, I'm living it, C it or B it as you may you

a virgin
Desires of a human used against him by the system
Becuase prison is big business, all designed to keep you losing

Then someone butted in and told

the fuck you're feeling
I'm tryna find out what the fuck you're feeling
What the fuck you're feeling?
Let's take a trip
'Round by in Europe or something like

No Matter What

Connie Fisher

Favourite Things

2006

habit
You silly rabbit, see tricks are for kids
I'm not tryin to do bids and get fish like squids
I'm on some power moves, against the powers that be

I’m leaving, clowns! Changing cities, changing towns
See, I speak three languages! Don’t like my accent? Shut your mouth!
I remember in my childhood