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Smell good, sense of humor, obvious a good face
And we clicked, we was at each other's hips
I ain't even wanna fuck 'cause your presence was enough
You

There’s a man who lives outside alone
In the cold and he can’t bare the snow
And every day I call out to him to come back home
To come back home

Old

Shook Ones, Pt. II

Everlast

Playlist: The Very Best of Mobb Deep

2013

and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be

I see no need to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,

"People often wonder how two
Serial killers from Detroit
They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse
Became so rich and famous"
"Now you see here

the doubters who were calling me Tupac 
No wonder we ain't talkin and I never call you back
No rhyme or reason, but I got one
So I can shoot em in the face with

Live and die by the sword
Fuck it my whole life has been about just the risk and no reward
And if you got a problem take it to my face and say it

the zone
Old boy john henry had the hammer the point home
Can't touch this man must get tired revisiting the face
This smile hasn't loaded since the seventh

Until It Happens to You

Anti-Flag

Underground Network

2001

and fashioned, each night by the evening news

you could stand on the street, talk 'til you're blue in the face
and they would not make you stop, 'cause you

out, put him up
Now, they got him airing on TV
Make niggas blind
John Cena, can't see me
Swing on his on block
Drop bombs on repeat
Hop out the car
I'ma

don't even know what's wrong with it
That boy talkin' crazy, I probably go shot who he home with

Uh, I don't need a suit, I pour up a duece, I'm John

chubby
I know a lot of people in the State Pen
From touching that boy like Sandusky
If you from the midwest we call it dogfood
I'm so smart I should've

of space
The Marauders have the answer, but we can't give up now
I want to stay with you forever here
But virtue calls us home

Virtue calls us home
What's

on a jacked up truck
Roll down the street looking like a redneck
But I'm black as hell with face tattoos
Nigga better get it right they call me a dread neck

the night is grown
We get it poppin' cause we know we can when wifey home
California kush strong as a tightness what I'm lighting on
We get high as fuck

to last periods
Put an asterisk by your name
With a footnote explaining the
Shattered glass frame the dusk came
The smile was afflicted they called it fame

clocking out
Of the rat race we call work-life
Adjust your face to have a smile
And tolerate everyone around
This is the way we'll get by
Giving up eight

by officials who call themselves Christians
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Social security number's my tag
Phony-ass politicians with fake charm
Catch

coming back to home


I been lost up in this dark place

Middle of the storms face

I can’t pretend

I been seeking you again


All the seasons they will

call (what?)
Apple and Eagle where your mama
Didn't want you at all (yep)
Packing them heaters in the
Heat of the morning
Strapping them kilos in that

or stoned
I wanted home the fuck is throne
All you niggas got me fucked up
I think I'd rather be here alone
Almost lost myself
Hmm
I wont ask for help
Hmm
All

shining stars
Calls back any memory, where it was just her part
Her name's so vain, a face they loved before

Oh oh oh it's all the same
Oh oh by any other

Pimpology

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

want to be, 
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be

a take it home call it a night
When I look over to the left and see something I like
Keep it down sexy now even cut them breads
Cuff right out to the chest