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and I send him the bread

Yeah, been like three months, I spent over two-fifty
My whip automatic, no gears on my stick
Man talkin' shit when I'm not

black
I can’t help my skin
Or help my hair
Or help my nose
So I suppose 
You gotta take it up with God 
Please I’m begging you
To just let me go
So I can

Robin Hood
Dawg
C'mon Father Lord tell me why it is
That I'm paying like a sinner man when I'm tryna live how He lived

Tell me what's real or what's fake

I'm filled with self-doubt
All I do is blackout
A coward who hides behind a fight
A man too scared of the night
What am I doing? Can't compete
Stay

pay for the night we gonna have a good time
And imma show what a real man is by your side
Yh the weather shows it'll be a good night
We'll be home by

Party's Goin' On

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

people be schemin for a buck
Watch out, pray for luck that you won't get stuck
By a mob or a crew or a Clan but if it's one man
Let the shit hit the fan

drinking water over here though you know, tryn get right
Can I talk my shit
Nah fr
But Is you gonna listen though
Good food good drinks baby
Steak on a plate

Partner to Swing

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while

Nobody Cares

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

Right at the end of my road, who been there before?
Now that I'm dead, it's like I've been dead before
Same story, it's raw, I'm an outlaw
A bread

like a thousand ways to die
I don't care where you at, I just need you by my side

My ride or die
Right by my side
Future so bright, baby you can't deny

TASTE

I see you walking by
Sexy dress and all
You have your hair up 
and my jaw down in the floor

I’m running out of time
I have to say hello
I

party and die on the dancefloor
And wake up tomorrow in Vegas
'Cause baby, that's just what I ask for
See I'm a working man with a working plan

party and die on the dancefloor
And wake up tomorrow in Vegas
'Cause baby, that's just what I ask for
See I'm a working man with a working plan

the heat im surrounded by serenity
Fashionva curve looking right on you that smile so bright
I love that shine on you beautiful from your hair to your

a private dancer
I'm not perfect either
Hella in the game
Tote that heater
Already paid for the wrong I've already done before whoa yeah
And I want you by my

Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I

I simply can't explain
One is not one but together we are all the same
I never thought that I couldn't see
But people made me who I'm gonna be
I'll

going hard like my table granite
And I'm switching flows there ain't one that I chose
Y'all can't stand up to this, so get back on the floor
They weren't

on my bones

But if you’re a good friend
You will grab me by the knee
You’ll say
“Hey man, I think you got something stuck right between your teeth”

I

an S on my chest But I must confess
That its not in my own strength
The flesh is weak
And my heart is very wicked
Wash in the word so a pure heart's seen
Flesh

to it,
Hey Jack now, you put your back into it,
Blind by the cataract got my sight back I’m back on the right track and I’m glad to be a nuisance.
Ooh

It's the Stonehenge that's level
Not that of Babylon, add it on
Göbekli tepe, my tek is tekky
My Shrek is Shrekkie
I'm building pyramids in dreams like

my pockets busting out the frame h**
Try and rob me we gonna turnt this party to a stain h**

I know shawty finna' cut up for that bag 
Young street

that baby I ain't just another stop
Brown eyes, tan skin, hair tied up in a knot
Looking messy but you really really not
Told you I need you to have my