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with their lives).

A midnight attack, many dead, many sold
Escape by the river, took all we could hold
Went east to the border, sold ammo for clothes

day I'll write my masterpiece
I'll sing til' its complete
cnd when its' done, I'll be dead and gone
cnd it'll be plastered in the streets

Take me

As I battle reality; I'm Thirty and outside
Man if I battle reality, I'm thirty-ing outside
Back out of nowhere like rain in the sky
Supply

by white kids (Pew)
Foreign neighbourhoods are separated from the white streets
The cops are going crazy, and the rap is getting so lazy
Sights getting

nowhere-villes
Can be the start of a story

The small town was ruled
By a tyrant of a mayor
Who played games with the fates
That were much less than fair
But what

don’t play by rules,
Glock ain’t got no safety,
F*ck them n*ggas I just spray and shoot,
Streets this ain’t child’s play,
Take your baby to school,
I made

Never seen neither heard
By the ghosts of Odessa
Now they're done wasting time
With the language of living

Demonstrations in avenues
Dead

Yea!

These men - bought by prejudice
Their laws - not made for justice
Their live - I want no part of this
Your death - dig your own grave

Who are

I'm stuck inside with nowhere to go
My life's on the line, but I'm stuck at home
The market's crashing, and as it burns
I check my insurance

Scrubbing out his head
Police want him dead
He's got conspiracies 
They're after him
Watching every park he's in
Bluffing out his head
Either that

Chorus:

We get to the cash then run it up 
There’s no givin up only goin up 
No such thing ever as we done enough
Give the dead presidents a family

...The American Dream is dead
Cause things don’t turn out how they seem in your head
More money, more murder, and the scene is red
Cause the rich eat

Always keep the pole with me
Never get lined by a thot
Niggas dissing on the net

Play disrespect, you will get shot
And I got the nine on me
Showtime, bro

be sextin me tellin me I should tease you
Nowhere else to go I'm by myself I'd never leave you
Ain't no lookin back unless we checkin out the rear view

Twenty-nine years old brain works
Like at motor so the diagnoses is bone dead

And he used to ride a
Bike down the street with
A boombox strapped to the back

Radiation Ranch

Brian Setzer

The Knife Feels Like Justice

1986

the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman,

and everything that done made him
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
None by his side
Swear to God he would risk it all
And he don't got a name
He gon'

I had a few people by me
Nigga charge it to the game and
I was out here grimey
Would've robbed my girlfriend
I was out here slimey
I was drinking

fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed

away their old ways
She'd their old skin like a snake when it's growing
But they're going nowhere
So how are they growing?
How are they coping with

First Brick

E.S.G.

City Under Siege

2000

my hood
Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail
Then think they tell, should of knew they would
Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout

bleed
On to these paper streets
Leading to the same dead end
Got nowhere left to go
I've been losing time
Losing my mind
What's another year
If there's no

Love can make you cold
But learn to love the pain that makes you grow
Feels right in my soul
It hit different when I'm sittin' here alone all by

Another day, she stares out the window
A whirlwind of dead leaves flies down the street
Tomorrow the same but they're calling for snow
There's life