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they're nearly impervious to degradation, but this Diamond has been degrading himself ever since he peaked as Screech on Saved By The Bell. 
So what can you

traffic and we all on GO
Murder was the case meet ya face in the crossroad
Very aware about education
Culture divided because of segregation
Speculation you

is always with me he is right there
In my darkest moments you shine a light there
Wake up from my nightmares covered in sweat, because I fight there

of jealousy
Constantly telling you niggas that I got the recipe
I'm still
Crazy as fuck and lately been outta luck
Cuz I'm still haunted by the decisions in

The words it's impossible and I can't
Should never be uttered because
They just aren't true, we just gotta' let go
Whoever saw the baby that
Said it

tak żyć wystarczy aby być i grać

Still remember the days
Where we were crying loud
Just because of you
One scream so loud

Co dotknę płonie ogień

All the Above

Beanie Sigel

R.O.C. Stars Street Leak: American Gangster

2007

We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above

[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh

Watching me grow and I'm finally
Here they're dying because it
I'ma shit on your career
That's why you gon plummet
Token the fly and beloved
That's got

Make you wanna' put metal to your head
Pull the trigger now you're
Dead because you know
You couldn't query a sentence we said
Wake up or get sentenced

I am the way I am because my childhood was mad
And I never thought I'd say it but I turned out like my dad
Had too much aggression and it sent it

You've got a secret ambition but you're surrounded by doubt
They don't believe in the vision and so they're drowning it out
And that's a pain that you work

It's kill or be killed, whose team do you want to be on?
Because sooner or later, everybody's gotta choose
ARP 5.56, .223, put a pussy nigga

Lawsuits, false accusations, surrounded, by player Haitians.
No respect, for ya privacy, everybody you see, is like me me me.

(DRAAAAMA)

I remember biggie

When I move I move as a god won’t be compared to you men,
If ever I’ve been,
Doubted, counted out, or overlooked,
They ain’t know to look,
Living by

some parasites
Shoot for the stars cuz my nigga what's better
Make em scream and shout when you up there because you do it right
I had to switch gears

know you feel sad
And I know you feel alone
Because everybody does
Don't be scared to use the phone, yeah
Man, it's July thirty-first and I'm sweating in

talking, ya know, 
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know 
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny

like
You struck by Cupid my hair is in your face
Nigga three pounds to it
If the radio don't play my jam
They fuckin' foolish what's his name?
(Hodgy

us dat we gotta go
Homicide suicide on the radio
My heart it sunk into my stomach body hit the floor
They found my brother dead another body by

painted by the God you see
Large physique
Hard shackles couldn't bar the beast
Follow me as we proceed to
Give you what you need
That real life, no movie

more important with rap
But I could never turn my back on the past
Cause I just really miss the happy hat
The sugar rush with aftermath
Radio hits like

we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you

hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like

up because I'm livin it
Are you gettin' it?
See I'm only on the go so I can get first place
So if I'm steady feelin' slow and like I can't keep pace