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on them corners where we stayed doin' The work
Learn to love anything if it came through on the first
Used to hate spendin' stamps unless the store was

fuk'n love fags man
So... er.. so... so what fags you got man? What you smokin' then?
I got fukin', I got Marlboro lights man, they come, look, in

and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me 
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money 
Make it mortgage money

off the morphine
I'm
Fucked up might just shoot the gun
Oh
Well there goes another one
You feel me shun
Two left
He's eating pillow till he's outta

Said his mind fucked up
Don’t know if he’ll recover
Hard time trusting others
Got crossed by his lover
Couple different gun charges
He still ride with

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

these hoes like i'm switching clothes 
It's the summertime so anything goes
I like my girls with some pretty toes
How many shots we take
Nobody knows

fucked I jus need to work out the kinks 
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

be my Cher
She'll do anything truth or dare
We all on sight
She keep it real tight
I'm the Jack White she'll be my Meg White
Like the spinners I'll be

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guns always get a new switch 
When it comes to having fun she knows that I'm passionate 

Baby what you doing honestly girl yeah that ain't it 
I grew up

greatest offence
And
What's the issue
With me being me
As far the word goes
I'm as good as can be
Cos it was done by the One
He brighter than the sun 
You

guns
Only need that type of love
No Co D
Beat cases up, my own shovel in the mud
Bottom canines draped with slugs
By the case, get filled with slugs
Fuck

Perfect Circle

Cerrone

X-Xex

1993

Gun-shy 
Martyr 
Pitiful I rose, I roared I will I am

4: Judith
You're such an inspiration for the ways 
That I'll never ever choose to be 
Oh so

I'm gonna shoot you in the face with my internet gun,
My harddrive is huge, MP3s are external,
Back up off the urinal and write in my LiveJournal,

To the n***** who done lost a Homie, got caught by the police, Done sipped you some codeine
You come from the ground, done Sold you some loud
Don't lose yourself

the papers, you know we got a problem
To some it's a game and others the only option
The guns keep poppin and there ain't no way to stop em
Them pop n lock old

a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only

Question Time

Dave

Game Over

2017

killing kids just touching ten
Then when a bomb goes off, every politician's lost
Like that last strike that didn't kill a hundred men
You ain't the same

would change
But I know I can't

A couple cousins ended up inside
Another young'n died
I watched my mother cry like a hundred times
It burns me up inside

bought it by the pair
Park on 14th
Valet like Don we going park it here
Coin toss for every broad
That's how I call it fair
It was never no room at my

kinda hard being me

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y
I really scream nigga but I got depression
A lot of things left me wondering
Just wanna please anybody, I'm not perfect

For the homies in the heavens who departed,
Looking down like it's alright
A day in the life, I gotta be honest
I thought that I woulda blown up by