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Never have time for anything
Sorry for being late
The train got delayed
Something about a signal defected person
Who jumped and caused a platform

just go overseas
If you're in one town here it feels like it's all to see
It only gets worse, every single week
Kids I knew since 3 walkin' around

Let It Ride 
Written By: Mark Matters

Rollin' like the thunder 
Spinning on a train
Dancin' with the devil 
In a hurricane 

Shake it to the left

him,
and you kiss him on the lips three times,

and you whisper in his ear,
with your saltwater soul
spilling down your cupbrarer heartroads
into

old
Inside his heart goes cold
For the seats are occupied
By his victims left to die
As he passes down the aisle
They just laughed for it's his trial

there with you.
I was happy once, it was 1997, it's a long way from the gutter to the view

Chorus
And our train could never slow down, crashing into

knocking on door deep in night
Prisoner number 804
Once minister fought for truth
He got paid with a prisoner suit
Prisoner nr 804
In a cell nine by eleven

Flow Joe

Fat Joe

Represent

1993

gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
'Nough respect for the Boogie Down

Nolia Clap

Skip & Exciting Illusions

The Beginning of the End...

2004

[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4 bust it
Come on, come on
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

[Hook]
Where that Melph at
Where the Yo at
Where that Thomas at
Where VL

[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4 bust it
Come on, come on
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

[Hook]
Where that Melph at
Where the Yo at
Where that Thomas at
Where VL

red in the Apple core
I hit every strip with band
Tony Montana the 'gar my the hand
Hand me my money need three in advance
We running a train man we

Uh yeah yeah
I stay down yeah
I stay down uh with that
I stay down what what
I stay down yeah
I stay down ok ok ok
My dreads swinging
I stay down

Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred

And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden

That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen

From some river or lake buried way down

all black
Left a baby at the door in a blanket all wrapped
Mr and Mrs. Dracul came to open the door
And surely they were surprised by what they saw

out of his door
Without making a sound
The tracks on the ground
Made by one person's shoes
They came and they suffered
Enduring abuse
8 @ 3:01 PC3

legs shake
I got the doors locked
Pull the hand brake (Skrrt skrrt skrrt)
Dk her booty shake
Make it go up and down
Fuck the ex bitch she a fucking Clown

the way that it tastes
Like that sweet empty bottle
Bottle of cheap Moscato
 
The last thing that I remember 
Is stumbling in the front door
You took me by

British Intelligence

Jamie T.

Kings & Queens

2009

last week
And told me shes sick and tired of women [? ]

I'm still traveling trains, delayed in the rain on a Monday morning
Watched by surveillance

into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour

Sitting here in this favorite chair of mine
Watching the sun go down
Your train is always right on time
You should be here by now
The ice is melting

Uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh yeah, rrraahhh

Moonlight in three stages
Homicides on front pages
Timmy's mom is going crazy
Hasn't had her fixing lately

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

Kick down beoy door like babylon 

Mek yuh jump outta sleep
Nightmare ah gwan

Mac 11 mi ah use fi ring di alarm

Blood ah  run head buss yuh
Si di