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Runaway

Pulley

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 6: 2001

2001

and family behind pictures made her dirty movies far from clean did the things she thought she'd never do stepping-stones to glory spiral down to hell cover up

Running Man

Jimmy Nail

The Nail File: The Platinum Collection

1997

Words and music by jimmy nail

Can you hear it in your streets ?
Talk so cheap like tumbledown
Empty words and dirty deeds
Words so deep we all could

just another speck, out here hittin' licks
I don't give a fuck, maybe by the grip
never by the hoe, bodied on the flow
pull out game is weak, wifey outta

every thing that I say with a grain of salt bae
I can hear your angry just by in the way you talk
Wait
Try to get me for crazy but that is you part
Ain't

Look, ayo really got no other option
Just live by the code and plot the hole
A pot of gold don't have
To compromise my soul pies get sold
Proceeds is

a magician 
All the strangers are appearing but my friends 
are missing 
See even people in mansions 
They still got dirty dishes
Pit to the palace and rags

Posted with the bale in my hand 
Fucking all that talk man i live by the gram 
Move another box man i push by the yam 
I need a reup go on hit me

Price Of F.A.M.E (Outro)
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Verse:
Remember nights freezing in them cell blocks
Visions of dream

to the nitty

gritty. And ride till the rims fall off this kind of shiz they knokin

wall to wall. Rollin up by henisee and killer weed they killing me my

in the eighth round
By spelling breakdown
From the beat & the rhyme tone, jump in the cyclone
Styles, yes i know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em

How did we get here?
Dirty words and anger
Is it about my fears?
My stomach turns and I exhale
There goes everything
I finally said it this time
I

She is little, cruel and crushin'
Take your tool while you're
Fooled by blushin'
Mind your head stead of findin' Russians
Plums a professor, ladies

get dirty all again
She said, just like before
Ain't no way they'll know
Latched on, can't leave it alone
When ya gone, I wait on the phone
Picture me

'em open
I wanna see when I peak my head in
Little boy with a dirty flesh
Think he need a cleansing (yeah)
Uh, my passport tatted up (Uh, huh)

and
Leaving you in stitches
And I’m sorry I really can’t
Stay for all the pictures
Cause I gotta head to your house
And see to your misses we’re unbreakable

tell ‘em the monsters alive
Now tell ‘em the king has arrived
Please ‘em that they gotta listen, ‘cause I got some poetry written by Gods
This that go

the money 
Muddy water in the wells
Get you drink 
Take a drink little momma 
Take a drink
You was thirty since arriving
Dirty dishes in the sink
I just

down my face
Been backstabbed like it ain't a thang
I turn around I catch my name pronounced in their dirty mouth
Do I look like a damn clown
Do I

Season greetings heard its snowing in hell
It's some friends rooting for me really hoping I fail
Ah, well here I go again
Take a picture, show

nasty
Look, we used to pray for
All them hundred dollar sneaks
Standin' by the stove just to get some heat
We was rockin' dirty clothes
I had stains on my

the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing

about tomorrow?

Hey you
Did you know you had me wrapped around your little dirty finger?
Hey could you please draw me a picture
And you might as well

Cre-A-Tine

Cool Breeze

East Point's Greatest Hit

1999

who)
Who make dirty money (I got people with)
With taps on their phone (I got people who)

Who love to hustle on powder and pills (I got people who)

What Is Rap?

Dungeon Family

Even in Darkness [Clean]

2001

(what is rap?)
Rap is slang, from the streetcorners of yo' brain
Each rap is a picture, painted in a gold frame

Ladies is queens, niggas that rap is