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they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but

witnessed
Escalations of they violence
Dirty
I'm in a cell and I'm writing no letter to the
Clergy
I'm in this hell cuz I got caught with a slider for
Burning

Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed

see shit
And if I gotta get my fingernails dirty I ain't trippin'
But usually that's the shit I don't be with
Why would I kick a nigga ass in

shawty and hurt me i’m in no hurry
I’ll be your nerdy birdie and you can
Be my dirty nurse and be flirty
Baby, don’t worry, you looking perty

‘Cause if

Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all

to fuck my hoes
You tryin' to get some money in the dirty, dirty, you get exposed

By the time he knew he fucked up, I already got the lo
You can't come in

break from slaughter, with an awkward exection
And I'm losing my sense of self, there goes my mental health!
Suddenly unburdened by the panic, then I

Step by step
As I nurse my soul
Back to health
Sew my heart up and
Lick my wounds
Fix my pretty face
To be used
I'm a second choice
I'm a last resort

skilled with passion.
But I notice
I hold a dirty treasure box
and cry.
The blue sky.
Do you remember my promise?
oh, that day.
The wound from that day has

Horsementality

Canibus

2000 B.C. [Clean]

2000

garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak,

coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded

Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show

Night the City Cried

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine 
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out

the truth hurts, are you gon' hide it from me
Yeah, woah side by side, are you gon' die with me
Just asking, so many have lied to me
Hope they see the cash,

sense
No Longer glued to the boob tube human exuberance
Ebullience fused with the fuse of reusable tools
Fueled by the pools of renewable jewels and used

sympathy
I won't nurse self-inflicted wounds
Don't you know that you can't string me along
And get struck along by somebody else too?
And don't you
(Don't

Hate My Fucking Life I Think I need a sign from Christ,
Before I fucking Slit My Wrist With This Dirty Knife!
I'm living In a box,swimming tied to rocks

the hustling on my dad's side

Been done dirty
I been stabbed by niggas
I thought was my kind

All these wounds but
The chiropractor say
My back fine

You don't

ready
Ain't no blood running through these veins
I work on fumes of hope and fear
Trudge through mud just to reach more pain
And nurse my wounds with

dead stopped in dirty Tucson heat
We crane our necks to get a glimpse, and ride on by while I nurse defeat
Nurse defeat

It's that same old sinking

bitches 
When I spill sickness 
I'm Viola Davis 
Dirty nurse with pill switches 
How I keep losin my patience 
All u ever do is say shit 
I'm movin thru

to school to be a nurse
But She didn’t intend to deal with the scrubs
It never gets any easier
We just get a little mo better
At pretending we’re over it
I

down, gut you
Leave you disemboweled

I don't know how
I wound up in a nightmare, like where?
Now I'm pullin' out all of my hair
I'm scared (eeh)
If I

with your thumb
I don't really care if you don't like me What, you think I'm a tool cause you got
struck by a damn bolt of lightning

Smoke a joint, I