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friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know

I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it

Come on baby you know it's the top slap like
It's top giggalo like feel me
Can't fuck for free now
A nigga need a bag for that

You know I hit em,

It's Official

Sarai

The Original

2003

a dream till I
 Dedicated
 My life to tha game so you can 
 Feel me baby

mercy in your mind?
Do you sell crack for a livin in back
And you don't mind?
You see the future is comin
While we come either way
It's easier to make it

Smile for Me

Massari

Massari [Extended Version]

2006

on me
If you wanna lemme hear ya holla
And then if you wanna could you call on me?

[Chorus 1 by Massari]
Baby could you be down for me
Could you be

tell lil baby I'ma slide
Life is crazy, I been racin', doin' eighty when I drive
Tell me if you down to ride-ride till the end
And my heart been gettin'

human
One more line it's like- (Ooh)
Been a long time no comin' home
Yeah, I feel my peace, I'm not a piece that's sittin' in my throne
I just need you,

back all of my clothes[00:25.94]Baby girl I can't pick up the phone[00:27.53]You can slide get a ride to my home oh[00:30.99]That nigga down bad he don't

You know? 
Turn me up (tss)

This for all my thugs who ain't heard me in a minute
Like, ten Ms comin', when I get it, I'ma split it
This for all

we finally kiss goodnight
Oh how I hate going out in the storm
But Baby if you hold me tight
All the way home, I'll be warm

It doesn't show signs

Yeah
Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah)
That early colonial settlement (yeah)
There's sweat stains on the sediment
Tatted my chest so I'm never

you tell me, when you're comin' home
Just pick up the phone cause I miss you crazy!

Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little girl blue

H'riiiiight? H'right
(Can't burn a bridge just to light my way)
Hehehe easy bro - yeah
(Lotta Glenfiddich on the flights I'm takin')
Don't throw the baby out

on the scene with binocular
Fajardo Bayamon me and Ramon
Chrome K-Tone back to San Juan my pops home
Sit on the throne like a king of my ca'
Take mine genuine

Just love me

I don’t care if you leave me all alone
I don’t care if I’m hangin by the phone 
I don’t care so long as you come home
I don’t care 
I don’t

Crazy by the Flesh

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

tried of buckin'
Niggas keep on testin'
They killed and really makin' my day, clench with an A.K., baby, don't play
want to fuck with my pay?
I gotta

the door, I went and broke the doorframe
They think I'm tapped, what makes you think I'll leak my own tape
Let the leakers leak this shit, comin' like

then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's

a lover and she does too
But we still see each other actin a fool
My definition of love is oh so twisted
Comin' home late at night with another's lipstick

idiotic choices when my cocks hard Pop a bottle 
And drink until I feel like Im not by Myself 
And I Gotta Control myself or the cops are Baby im sorry

'cause you know people in California can't drive (D-P-G for life)
This is the late-night conversation hour, baby, comin' at you live
It's 2:35 AM from

that cross my mind sometimes
I know I shouldn't think negative but, what if
What if I don't make it home one day
I wanna be here for my kids, for my

communicating
So I became the one every person avoids
I try to cope with it by drinkin' another bottle
To try to kill the pain up in my brain it was comin' out

Lost 
By Jesse Mader
Written by Jess Robin Mader 
Jesse Mader Music

(Scratching)
Lost

The Soco was my novocaine, I never overcame the sober pain