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away

God my umbrella, take the rain away On my knees today, I pray
God forgive me for my sins Help me with my ends
Find some new friends No more loose

this is right
But I just scream by the end of the night
I'm gonna lose with this path that I'm on
And this life that I choose
And I ignite the fuse
I

brother on dat flo/ 
God snatched my soul / 
How Im pose to know the right path can’t see with my eyes so swole/
But What really   hurt the most /
When I

Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

yo' switches
Your friends, swervin' yo' bitches and then burnin' your bridges
You stuck and severed in thoughts of when it's all gonna end
When

I heard real niggas don't cry cause it's bad for the movies
Told my brothers to help out if you ain't banging groupies
Want that bitch with a big

Still fightin paranoia 
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for 
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by

blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send

ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit

break or bend
I hit a lick with my brother, we tryna get up on some bands
We couldn't duck from the heater, so now we all tuckin' the fan
Next thing I

, all by, my licks rescission
They say it would get lonely at the top, my legs got hella room
They say they ready for the album, bitch, this wait is

the bull in my life
Makes me not appreciate stuff I love to do I
End up getting lazy put the album aside
Stopped working out and my grades end up fried

Take Off

Bob & Doug McKenzie

Great White North

1982

coo, coooo! 

Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and 
This is my brother Doug. 
How's it going, eh? 

Beauty, eh? 
Yeah, I

Know How

Young MC

The Dance Years: 1989

2009

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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

Know How

Young MC

Good Times 2

2001

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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this

your hoe, I'm knocking it down
Bands for a show, I'm skipping through towns
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off

Lebanon, 
His people died by the Missile 
A white boy I know, 
His brother died sniffin' crystal 
Different mothers 
And different colors 
That ain't

My brother came home, he been lookin' for a fix
He did seven months strong for a crime he ain't commit
Crackas took his shit he ain't have no pot

thicker than water but they ain't bled
So how would they know? I'm trying to learn while I grow
I'm too busy chasing bands to be chasing a hoe
So please

you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

Trust Nobody

Master P

Mama's Bad Boy

1992

[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up

round
You best get down
This that zoov music
This that fresh sound
I do it for the brothers
In the ends now
I don't buy draws man
I roll it from a fresh

calling them your brothers then you go and turn your back
We was out in Florida with snakes out in the grass
Rev I heard your new track and that shit still