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Askin' for help, but the muthafuckas didn't listen,
They tried to get killed, but now they label me a killer,
You lived by the scroll, but you gone die
and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not
The street sweeper's the wicked witches broom
A silver spoon, I never had it
I grew up mad at Anne Frank, 'cause the bitch lived in a better attic
(Say dat
everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived
Jack boys get work, kick your door in
Talk to you on the phone, pistol-whip your girlfriend
Hit a lick for
home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived and
struggled in the arena for two years trying to get a break in music and
make a record
ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve,
about wilin'. 
Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'. 
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'. 
Sling dick to chicks that don't
ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve,
how you lived
And when you're a kid, you'll just wish you were big
So for now

Fly your own way, do your own thing
Fuck what they say, follow your
balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some
I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived to this wise, speak on what I want when I write
a piece.
Fuck streets!
Tryin' to own the island.
Forget about wilin'.
Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'.
If I showed you where I lived you would
and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm
to me.

Now it's game over,
Kick him out the team, but heard he's snaking, he's a cobra,
Could have lived the dream but now ya' days are done, it's
of my life
Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It's Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me
Niggas straight up out the blue
that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right
Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life
I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like
And as the legend goes, Syre lived forever on
And never and forever alone

I'm rollin'
I'm rollin'
I'm rollin'
I'm rollin'
Saying that we'll run away
I doubt
To the otherside of the game
I won't blame it on the rain
(Don't blame it on the rain)
I can make it through the pain
To the otherside of the game

I lived in
body and soul
Close the crackhouse
We gotta close it
Close the crackhouse down
Close it

[ Chuck D ]
There was a young lady that lived in a shoe
change of heart
Cash points and cannabis

You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught
I'm kicking like a stallion
I lived in a yard where my mummy
this village
[CINDERELLA]
More than anything...
[NARRATOR]
lived a young maiden,
[CINDERELLA]
More than life...
More than jewels...

[NARRATOR]
started kicking it and hanging
He lived in College park and before I, before I knew it I was living with him in his basement
And this is right around
hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

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