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girls every night
But he ain't fucking the wife

And he's doing the things we'll never do and he's genuine
Judging by the size of his crew
With a face

ya
I'm on my own shit, I came here to bust ya 

Got me with the flow gloves, broke jaws
Nah, you can't see me, man, I'm like a ghost
Been a little boy

versus me, you slow crawlin' and I'm flyin'
Fuck your friends, man fuck your friends, we gon' drive-by 'em
I like being able to fight, no alcohol buyin'
I

As the sun dance through the window
It resembles
Yo soul glistening
Baby are you listening
You're like a dream come true
But do you feel like i'm

out his teeth need a fill in (Yeah)
Dreads hanging, I feel like don dada
One hand catch 18, JJetta
We all in this ain't no beta
Loneliest man, I'm

without a man
My mom by herself did everything she can
My family by my side, I write my songs with their pride
With unconditional love I get on this bizarre

the end of time
A boy becomes a man tonight
A creature’s born before your eyes


Soldier
Anarchy
Revolution
Your Nation is your enemy 

Your time has come

Let me tell you bout this story I know
Bout this young man chock full of hope
Just wants to break his name
Not concerned about fortune or fame
Then

Girl you look so amazing
Yea yea
Girl You driving me so crazy
Yea yea
Girl you make me so feel in love with you
And You never call me on my cell phone

notice me
Then I kick back and fall away from reality
My body feels numb and I'm running out of energy
Weeks pass by and there's nothing to wake me up

peace
You buried me while
I got you on your feet
Is that your reward
Do you feel like a man
Coz' I stayed
When I should've ran
And now I'm free
And I'm

dem madi dem
Cos 90 life dee mempe
Meye saa madi dem
Naa I can't do 2 ways fuck man dem that act crifè
Fuck your advice it no dey hia I live ma way
Mene

Closed Session

Defari

Neighborhood Watch

2004

fucking dangerous
Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust
Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace
Been in this

In front of the judge, I didn't give a confession
Give and investin' it all in my ventures (ventures)
My young boy ballin' like it's NBA
Make your

poor poor love
My poor poor love

You always say, "We're not alone"
Others feel the squeeze I know
But I don't care
I'm a man
I'm a hunter understand

lie
You wanna survive
Do you recognize what I feel
I'm covered by the joy
I was struggling
For something wrong
With the boys
Pictures on the wall

feel it too, from the ground rising up in us
Right above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother us
Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss

ma'am"
And I do it 'cause bitch I
Was raised by grandma
And I lost my grandaddy like 2
Years ago still feel like, "Fuck cancer"
I don't judge nobody, just

Joubert
Ag Christina, Christina, he thinks to himself you never could understand
What it feels like to dummy and to sidestep with a leather ball in your

boys walk by chomping on their late night burritos
Talking about the girls they almost had
Least they've got each other tonight and they tried
Maybe next

F**k Swag

Rittz

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line...:
"Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag

15's in the back

Romper Room

Juggaknots

Re:Release

2003

the United States of America
And a very serious day for the black man and woman in America

In the room of the rompin the devious mischievous
kids be stompin

with the green voodoo
You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo
Mary-Jane deep in the game
The way I feel words can't explain
You been true

Took Place in East New York

Stetsasonic

Blood, Sweat & No Tears

1991

But gettin' dissed by a foe is just a small thing
Rememberin' the time I was goin to a talent show
I saw my ex-partner who's now a foe, you know