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got a crib, with other’ crib
So then acres are gated fence (yeah)
Yes, I know I’m beautiful (Bee)
Too fly to work in a cubical (Bee)
I turn my choppas

know when it arrives
By the solace of weightlessness
And the energy of fire
Then this wood won't hold me down
Anymore
And my heart won't hold me down

Antisocial I ain't talkin to em
And my patnas anti homie watch the Way you walk up to em
Fuck a drive by I'm from a city where Niggaz walk up to em

away, turn away.
I'm amazed, I'm embarrassed,I'm ashamed to say
I locked myself away,
But the uncarved block remains. 
 
Return me to the 100 acre wood

what we shouldn't
But rest assured by your side
If you take a dive
Packin' woods with that look
Girl you're luring
Knock on wood
Tiger woods with

never partin' ways
You with me forever, no this ain't no phase
Hop in my rag top Chevy
Them aces and deuces and trays
Don't hesitate with my paper

climb the wall
And stumble across your family tree
I bet you there's some roots down there
You don't want me to see

Because your ancestors they stole

that powder in my pocket pushing me into sleep
I pull a hundred crush a cap and now I'm ready to feast
cnother night gone

Coz I'm staying wasted

Prayer walking through the neighborhood
Eeyore how you triggered you and Tigger Hundred Acre Wood
Me I wish you'd stay awhile think it's for the greater

At night I'm searching for youth
Past the stars my eyes zoom
Hundred acres of woods
And I'm still looking for you
Tales of youth
In the night
Planets fight

a lot of you
But friend there's one last favor that I'm asking you to do

Take me back to Tulsa on that lonesome train tonight
Lay me by the lady who

family man, on this expedition.
Concrete to acres, a life's migration,
Family ties strong, no more confrontation.
Trading street codes for nature's

Stand Up

T.I.

Urban Legend

2004

Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice nigga, I

aggression 
The hundred acre wood was a symbol as well 
Don't tell piglet escapism has a tell 
The donkey is a symbol for meeting 
The right in an ever

Waste Some Time

Nappy Roots

Answer to No One: The Colt Ford Classics

2015

the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me

together makes me wonder how I’m your man

I said don’t you wanna go out and live in Beverly Hills
(Thank God I’m a Country Girl)
A hundred acres from now

Ima pull up with the woods and the lotus
Thats real
You was fucking with me heavy even way before the deal
Said if we had a daughter we could paint

something give up that kitty
Roll a opp wood wit Travis Scott it's time to get litty
Got a hundred acres worth of cash I'm a bouigee nigga
Fuck around

Shoulda ate the carrot and choked that would be great
But I'm too fat to eat veggies
Only cakes made by little fucking Debbie
I mean look at me man, my

take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans

that hip hop no
but you can call me what you like if you like rock-n-roll

there's a hundred people trying to get in the club
but we walk right by 'em

Rumble

Method Man

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit

Oh how I wish it would snow
These gray and brown days are causing me worry
As I sit by the window alone
Contemplating calling you on the phone

Three

morn
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
Our footsteps wore at the finish