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shenanigans
Spoiled by His love apple of the Lord's eyes
Got me feeling like a bald eagle kinging in the sky
I've got a testimony like an operation scar

I'm Mad

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

she gives you that face and that big a**. 
My teachers talk about me bad every time I cut they cla** 
Now I f*** they daughters in they a** 'cause

thoughts no well wishing/
I'm in my prime I'm in my early 30's/
In the head I'm 730 like 7 curry's/
You'll be effin buried with my Mic cuz the weapons dirty/

a corkscrew
No limit, no curfew
Yeah

To get everything I wanted in this lifetime
I had to put my beliefs on the front line
And every song that I sing

affirmed when you raised Him
When bones didn’t rot in the grave that contained Him
The stone rolled away by the angels who praise Him
‘Cause death couldn’t

for my son, it got me feelin like I'm Goku
Life got me feelin like I'm runnin track with no shoes
Asphalt full of glass but I express that pain in pro

gone
All you'll have left are these words of mine that I leave behind
In these songs
My casket is my melody
And my will's submerged in these hertz
Not

two is just what I needed, piece of
What Salem and me give, stuck in your head, adhesive
We'll make all of you our sons, our daughters, nephews, and our

already dead in the grave
I'm done with this talking dog
What y'all got to say

by the crap they project
They put in on wax and all their records still racks

Chorus

Rearranging the script is my worst shift gear in a flash
Putting

Cheers

Obie Trice

Cheers

2003

as well
Growin' up where us niggas either buried or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
Who's to blame

The Long Way Home

Derrick Morgan

The Long Way Home

2015

life
I don't know, on my life

Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap

onto Bologna with these men all by my side
For God, Honour and Homeland
All the poppies drenched in our blood
For Our Freedom And Yours
All the ones that

They just want to thrive, yet we control their lives
Blinded by greed as we sharpen our knives
Mothers weep chasing their kidnapped daughters
Their sons

judged by 12 than carried by 6 with a bullet in my fuckin head 
How many times I gotta tell y’all, mags loaded up we on the way just to fill em with lead

Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped

As I was out walking down by the seashore
I met a young woman was crying
I asked her the reason for all her lament
and why she was wringing

and a matchbox
Outside, I smoke a whole pack, until that track stops, now I got

Paralysis (Yeah) Move when you gotta move, move when you gotta move (Son

rejected
And get sent back

I eat all I can
Step up
Feel magic in my hands
Static with my brand

My anger violent
The come down
The last notes of a violin

of y'all in it
Say what you want, I'm a paradox
Number 1 2Pac, 40 Water, Marshall Mathers
Tech and Madrox
I gotta son an daughter an I put it on them
I don't

and place 'em right up in your daughter's face How you wanna play?
'Cause I'm a open up now, kinda like Cardi's legs
I'm no longer playing, when I see

In the house now owned by the
Only son
Who's family's curse now fell upon
The Hands of a boy who had no one
Knowing his future he has to run
Away

been praying up day by day
Lord please dont send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining to hold me down when Im high
I miss my grandma she aging

praying up day by day
Lord please don't send me to the grave
All my life
I been complaining
To hold me down when I'm high
I miss my grandma she aging
And I