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Living far from hell yo

But god knows that his city 
Is the hottest
We were moulded by this slum
And then hardened like a pot is
Me and little bro went

you don't know
'Fore it can be looking different
Gotta crash at seven, you gotta trust me
I'm the nigga when I said it
So every time a nigga try to get

blink
But I'll be straight, never mind what I think
'Cause when I get a bag, it'll be fine by me
Rent bill coming, and the money I need
Pouring out

kickin it in tha hood, get adapted,
Capture tha atmosphere, get addicted to me and my homies
Once you care to get amongst my kind
You go'em along of mine,

taught us to be weary
By the time I got older it'd wear me out my life was daring
I don't feel right without my pipe I bring it runnin errands
Wanna leave

Adventures of Super Rhymes

Jimmy Spicer

Hip Hop Essentials [Box Set]

2006

Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad

are armed
I fire on and get fired upon
Me rinse out me gun
Them expired and gone
Without haste I grab the suitcase
Closed case
Mi gwon

One man's love

you get it 
God be giving me visions
He told me that he would die when we was both in kitchen 
It doesn't feel realistic

It feel like puzzle nearly

times you were without a home but school you had to get through
To tell the truth, I'm vexed too, upset 'cause it seemed only in death
You finally got

She wanna eat me like a panera bowl, I said "Nah babygirl, you gotta have control"
I don't fuck with fake bitches or no hoes, Yeah they hate me now,

a Bash call ya friends
How long would it take for me to get you out the pants
Then we kick it like vans and at the back of the Benz
I'm surprised by

got a problem
When you get your news off Twitter like Fox do
Making me nauseous
We want the bag ignoring the process
That's merchandising Venue pricings

the tension's getting stronger
Behind farewell you old river flows oh, girl I've never seen a man from goin' sad Is it me or not without you forgive Me you'll lie

Without it
They gon judge you by
Everything they can
Like the color of your skin
Or the color of your baby
Or the color of the lady
That you made the baby

time for time for this bigotry
Who you know rhyming like me
When you get caught in a jam who you know gon be sliding like me
By myself but feel 10 deep

NYC Where I'm From

Tony Yayo

Bulletproof Radio

2007

they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is

hear that  Was that some kinda banshee
Nah, that's a buck and a half if you ask me

A khaki-clad caddy grabs a loaded shotgun
Look over here! If you're

fuck then where's the bucks
She gotta pay a fee
I got the glock on me when I decide to hit the block
Bitch don't get shot
This 2 2 3 come with extended

the crowds 
Will they hear me if I shout 
What if I keep bleeding out, fuck 
It's cause I care too much
Guess I get it from my moms yuh
How you hit the gas

anyway

Breaking out the pad
I been cooking in the lab
Mixing with a pad
Without a steady flow of cash
Gotta dollar on the dash
I been saving that for gas

know you've been traumatized
Mommy and Daddy just couldn't work it out
Don't think that we don't care
Cause without a doubt
We will be there by your side

while the rest was
Keep my reps up
Gotta get a step up so I stayed awake
Nodoz in my bars, no Xanny
Flows more like nose candy, no Mars
Still my whole

and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid

my phone. Leave the lyricist alone
Introverted by the forces telling us to get along
I don't like it, I don't like it, I won't lie a second more
Know I