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the bands
I’ma count the cash
I’m a thug wit em
Then fuck wit em
You know what I mean
He don’t ever let them
Hoes get between
Cause I got what Eva he need
If

He really alive he really alive
Let's admit to our wrong
But you'll rather tell me another lie
Like what's going on
I call yo phone
I get no reply

I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partna, he

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him

It Might Sound Crazy

Daz Dillinger

Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back

1998

won't let go. 

I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary: 

Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married. 

I don't give a fuck about bitches in

torn, I cried

And clearly, clearly he had spent the night
That's pain, it hurts
Now you have no furniture
I heard you'd rather be with him under our

and wheezin', they cannot get me out they system

Blew the house down, got em stayin' at the Wyndham
No fake love, no, I'm not fuckin' with them
If he say him

fucking up the service
Cause once he start splurging you gone want to murder him (so you murk him)
A lame nigga getting money turn him into a monster
So

these bullets
When they spraying round
They done locked my cousin 
Hope they let him out the can now
Stupid ass bitch wouldnt hit me back 
But she a fan

got its so depressing
I hope he has a good life and is better
Because all I want is for him, to be the older brother that is always better
I think he

heard he fucked up
He just tryna get by
Man whichever one you thinking
Just avoid him
He ain't with the times
Mama call me up told me
Move on from

Baby, Baby Don't Cry

Gerald Wilson Orchestra

The Complete Pacific Jazz Recordings of Gerald Wilson & His Orchestra

2000

Nothing so blue as a heart in pain,
Nothing so sad as a tear in vain.
 
Let him walk on out if he wants to, 
he really doesn't deserve you.
His

worship Him (Yahweh, Yahweh)
Come on let’s worship Him, let’s worship Him
We lift You high
Let’s worship Him (Yahweh, Yahweh)
Yes sir, yes sir
We lift You

And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls
If niggas buyin', I throw out some numbers to 'em
Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em
You need, just call my

want to Grow apart
The drugs are drowning you I’m looking down on you from Noah’s ark
Surrounded by a work of art I went to work to make a work of art
My

3 Way Phone Call

R. Kelly

Happy People/U Saved Me

2004

Sometimes it's hard to believe in Him

That's okay because he believes in you

The winds, the rain
The storm
The weapons that are formed against us (I

of sing-sing alumni

Who got more beef than a islamic farm

So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs

It's not a nigga in your gang want it

My ak

the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,

be out tryna get my lick back
He mad about a hoe, tell him come get his bitch back

It make me sick to my stomach when I know that she let him bone
But

sleep
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear, ain't goin' for deceased
These rookie

am a Monster
If you claim you a God
Then let me see you turn them beats into water
Then from water to wine
At least so I can try to have a good time

Teaching Yah's words
She put a crown on top my head
Showed me I'ma real Jew by birth
She cometh from the Most High
And is with Him forever
If you want her,

follow me everywhere
Baby, let me love your pain away
I am in a candy mood today
Running, I, I got my hustle on
I'm on mute, they blowin' up my phone
If

tryna hate I already know you proud of me
Stop tryna sing I already know you outta key
You suck at everything like a vacuum
Unky work at Cracker Barrel he