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I'd escape but I did this deliberately
Ooh, no choice to stay
Ooh, so locked away
Open up
The curtains so they let by
Rays of gray moonlight
I'm bright

a pocket rocket on me
Bitch I'm ready for a foe
An the whip be Robitussin
Bitch it come with two holes
Different ways to get paid
Big houses by the lakes

with no detergent
Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
Pullin' triggers like shower curtains
Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me

with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'

gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them types sell they

house shoes the only time I see the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have to cheat
Make em run that shit back Devin Hester on repeat
Jackson

hurting
I got to use me a condom 'cause I don't want no more Gerber
I'm in the Maybach with curtains, she suck me up like a sherbert
We fucking these

a shotta shooter so such that his gun was hit
Soundboy, bury you, kill it, done and over with

Uh, ain't no stoppin' when the choppa ring
You hear a bang

Action Speaks Louder Than Words

Geto Boys

Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best

1992

sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody

drinking steel reserve
by a house covered in birds
drawers bodies and ashes
cried when bowie died
lost my appetite
with my dad my head just got

Bruce's Diary

Jello Biafra

The Sky Is Falling, and I Want My Mommy

1991

On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two

No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you

It was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no

home

Curtains twitch with the fever pitch
To see who’s passin/come in by
Radio on and the fire lit
And the kettle boiling high

The queen of kings in

you practicin', nigga
Three sealers, four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close his curtain
I just put

gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (whoa)
Just look at this dime (ooh), look at her friends (ayy)
Look

Yeah, Premo
Operating the senator's car when you were detained by city police with $20,000 in cash
Beg for mercy, wake up early, on the block with

Deep

Rick Ross

10 Summers

2014

to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid

When we draw the curtain
Will things be forsaken?
No one can be certain
The future's up to us and not the politician
Like Joe Strummer said, "The

illegal funds
Why this stripper, she didn't let me fuck? Still kept all the ones (damn)
Damn (damn), and I ain't no sucker
House by the lake with

It was on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu.
And I took the road to Jackson town,
My fortune to renew,
I cursed all foreign money,
No

The wood frame upon these walls has long decayed
​​Neglecting emptiness leaves me afraid
​​On windows no curtains
​​The carpet it worsens with time

an Enzo (hey)

Lambo Aventador S Vert ('Ghini)
SUV, Rolls-Royce with the curtains (Rolls)
Surprise, 30K the Birkin, it's a purse (look)
Niggas cannot

Drove by your house today
Wondering how you were
I know you think of me
We can't just be a blur
Thought I saw a sign that said
do not disturb