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I might put it on some ice
Don’t need no ring i might give it to my bride
If im on the road ur on the road too
If I gotta go u Gotta go too
I want

Cross Bronx Expressway

Fat Joe

Make It Reign [Clean]

1998

with a gun in my hand
174th, Vyse Ave, Bryant, Longfellow
Ho Ave, Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man

you while your worth dies
Tragic but it happens every time you see a dove fly
Something like that, I dunno

Ain't got no whiskey left
I spent

N If your heading where I'm heading take a left on to lonely road
It's been a while since you phoned me bro
People are avoiding me and they don't

to bark up a tree
He must of wandered into the street
Now he's dog meat

My Dog is deceased 
There's nothing left but buzzard feast
My dog was squashed

a park down the road, home to the poems and songs that I once wrote, and stories that
I haven't told
There's a costume stored away, and the kid who

able to stop thinking about me since I left
Now is that right? Oh really? See I would have told her all the things
That I need to say to you, oh I know

Theres the song we'd sing along to,
And the roads that we once paved
Oh how my hands have kissed the time away
Theres a park down the road,
Home

We can drive a little longer tonight
But we won't make it there by first light
Took our time leaving
Now we're on the road after dark
After dark
All

test
Catch me outside you get chin checked
If u don't know by now, we dont fuck around
Change my name from jay park to j sean cause its goin down down

as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a rolla doughs hat
I want one of them shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the road once

About a month ago
But that's just how it goes
So I'm still
Running the same roads
Sometimes I park at the hole
And hope
That I see her but no
Still got

from
Where we from
The land of the mud and if you want it
Best believe you can get it from us
Where we from
Where we from dirt roads and backwoods by

Dear music you was there when I was hungry and homeless
You had my back when I was alone and no one showed me the roads
Remember beating on that

that’s my hometown

Then you take me somewhere down the road
No dot on the map, but it’s called Blacks Grove
A town you could span with a baseball throw

By the end of the night 
(Huh)
If I see a opp it's on sight 
Feel like Swae lee 
Cause ur bitch got no type 
(Huh)
These niggas getting me tight 
Sit

The 400

Stars

The North

2012

You know that I'll see you again
It's just an hour or two by airplane
I park the car, I park the car
I'm tired of what I do
Turn the heat

On the road to riches, feel like my time be ticking
Glock on me when I ride in the foreign
Ain't saving no slut, she'll be gone by the morning
Backwood full

Keepin' the Faith

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

ain't exact
For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
Jack

Beautiful Loser

Catatonia

Paper Scissors Stone [Japan Bonus Tracks]

2001

self
By nature left on the shelf
And the honeymoon's wearing thin
It's a sign of the state we're in...

She would hide at the park and ride
Glued up

I cant give you no affection
Anything goes in the jungle no question

Yeah
Anything goes in Jurassic Park
I hop out while it's rolling, don't go in

girl you stole my fucking heart
I was good until you left me now i'm grinding on my art
Yea i'm working for a grammy not no concert in the park
And I

Narrow road overgrown by weeds that twist and turn
Looking on you think you might return
Might return

Yesterday you determined that you'd walk this

and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next