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just bad guys in this town 
And is it such a bad thing
That I want you to stick around 
Every time that I 
See you walk on by
I see you walk on by

Babe

little broads, sayin' you was seen

Wit' little niggaz wit' a chain you was doin' ya thing
How high was I? You the thousandth guy
That came around

tell by looking at them though
My glass is one-fourth full
It only feels dark, but I can see fine
Light is the darkness at the end of my tunnel
I was

buddy, you're the only guy
Who's stood up to a trouble boy

Yeah, the trouble boy and the
Trouble boys all around me
No one likes gettin' sand
Kicked in

go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart

forever
But, little guy
I will always remember
One day I'll die
Then we'll drink together

Even one day if I shake myself from regret
My little buddy

guy, I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy

talk on the phone (haha)
Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (run in that)
Buddy, I'd do it

Oooh lil buddy he a fool

Errybody I looked up to was break rules 

Got off track I ain't knw wat to do

Took some punches.. still gotta stick

Buddy can't dress like me
Buddy can't finesse
Buddy ain't blessed like me
Nigga I'll pull up in plain black tee
And will fuck around still take yo

And their expression is perfection
Making stupid girls scream and shout
And their buddies, they find it awesome
So they hang around
And here you are again

Carry on Tradition

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's
Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me

Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up
Because I'm what,

Sedatives

Insane Clown Posse

Hell's Pit, Pt. 1

2004

for the neck
And it's sedatives...sedatives...like that
Slow down, color smear all around
Weird sounds, you in the mind of a clown
And a wicked one

Stomp

Yung Wu

Ryde or Die, Vol. 2

2000

bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes

fires and bald tires
Fist fights and fish fries
Country living till we die
Bunch of buddies get buck wild
Don't start shit or you'll lose it
Fuck around

alright this time
Don't stick to your guns
Just give up and bail
Better be on the run
Better to duck away
You could have solved everything
You could have

He's a Smart Guy
Smart Guy, Smart Guy
When I was young I felt like TJ Henderson
Super intelligent but what they don't tell you is
A lot of people

Ace Iz Wild

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

other little runts
We call her a fall girl, she does so many stunts
And then she got liver, she did it with the guy that drives the bus
Now she's

hungry
You was quick to change up on me
You didn't stick around and stay
I was tryna make a way
I know it can go both ways when
You put your life at stake

elastic
Might call up the guys, cause they gon' let you have it
And she askin' the tea like it's Lipton, karate with the stick, we get it kickin

Throw

me now
Shit looking ugly now, I only attract money now
Heard you and six finna shut da city down, keep it low don't even get around
Six came up off

me, bro, you wanna stick around and see the show
See me go, Snoop Dogg CEO
Proceed to capitalize, I'm back with my guys, slapping the 5 (what up

a 
heartbreak waiting to happen 
Call me your best distraction 
Ex’s might like that sound
But I want stick around when you pull me down 

Right place wrong time

get to just sit around waiting to die

I watch TV almost every single night
That Jeff Probst wow what a guy
Can't say the same thing about some