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tomorrow
They ain’t live, like you lived
So they ain’t seen, what you saw
Family members gunned down here
Kids being hit by cars
We are in
Last days, last

P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit

album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad

Middle Finger U

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

1999

here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even

z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album

Hit it
Milly rocking round the city
While I'm tryna get my bars up
Got these fools feelin' dizzy
Can't ride, get your cars up
Yeah, Imma swerve lanes

I ain't real enough
Got my bags all packed
She don't wanna love
She just want the past
I been growin' up
But I still hit gas
Goin' way too far
Goin'

The Solution

9th Wonder

The Solution

play by the rules like
Tock, tick, when the clock hit one
Y’all niggas is done
Buckshot’s it, you need to stop

It don’t matter, the Porsche

Send Him Our Love

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm

The Truth Is Back

Chamillionaire

Tippin' Down

2005

it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a track 
I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flat 
Trunk going up, like directions that you saw

U-F-F-I-E is heard
Two million plays way before my album's coming out
So when you hear this track, best believe I hit the 5
Givin' props to all my crew, my

the night i whip my car with no lights
Waiting for you cross by with a bike
I’m not alright i do not like anyone who Don’t like to fight
Never met anyone my

More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric 
That month I made an album and no one

night

Verse One, Jay-Z:

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my

Mil' on the wax, mil' on the car
Ten mil' on the crib honey grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast by ten
Lil' trick, you a star, trick

an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas

The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's

the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's

just hit Swizz on the phone
He on the car lot
I'm a star, I got love for the game
But I'm still a thug mang
But a slug in yo' brain
N' put blood stains

Who God Bless

Chorus
Lord please speak to me. Bring back my mind where it needs to be.
Feels like my life already hit a peak, but I know that’s all

just hit Swizz on the phone
He on the car lot
I'm a star, I got love for the game
But I'm still a thug mang
But a slug in yo' brain
N' put blood stains

I own my masters, so I'm own damn master
I manage on my own, I don't need no manager
I'm driving the car, fuck being a passenger
We going to Mars,

a bitch with a car bomb (ayy)
Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ayy)
Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ayy)
Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ayy)
Are you Henny or are

My heart pace, similar to a car chase
My car's face, villa with a guitar case, Her God's face, chillin' up in this All Saints

Them hard days, feelin'