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the tracks of the Santa Fe
Were not prepared for what happened
Early on a winter day

I’ll tell you a story
A tragedy
A clear cut case
Of fate and destiny

meaning what
The buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who the 1-6-Ooh

Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple

(havin')
Been having niggas on go (havin')
For real (woop) ask about it

I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

broken homes
Tryna fix being broke, yeah

Heads high, tryna kill 'em on the low
We were young
Kid Rocks just slinging from our phones
When the block got

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put on for my city
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first

a little bit more radical
Frida Kahlo feeling fine don't oversimplify
What do i need from feet when i have wings to fly

Rad - you gotta be bad
And by bad I

only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two

“Wait, how do you know it’s Greg?”
“Well, his breath smelt like beer”
“What, no, it’s impossible, it can’t be my best friend”
And then I jump down, my

Down the Line

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

get high
I might wave hi..
.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
A-with the weave in your head like a mop?

Midwest Choppers

Tech N9ne

Sickology 101

2009

Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up 
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where

the [?]
C'mon catch up

City lights by the overpass
Hundred on the dash
Yeah, we're comin' fast
Gotta live while we're young

Shut up, turn

BEAUTIFUL GHETTO

 By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI 
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA

VERSE ONE: TUCK 88

Look, I was eleven when

train of thought, jump in front of a Metro
In a system you're stuck, they won't let go
Draftin' over your balance, that's when regrets show
Pull your

train of thought, jump in front of a Metro
In a system you're stuck, they won't let go
Draftin' over your balance, that's when regrets show
Pull your

train of thought, jump in front of a Metro
In a system you're stuck, they won't let go
Draftin' over your balance, that's when regrets show
Pull your

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front,
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker MC try to prove

intentions
Asking can we live like our rights consensual
When all they do is rinse they hands with our tears
The why needs no forgiveness
When you considered

you die in a pool of the cyanide
Walled in by ya' lies
With nobody by ya' side cause
You can't tell me nothing no not anything
You walk around like you

done
No matter, the mistakes you made
No matter, the love you gave
He forgives and he saves
He delivered and made a way
We're young
We're young

Cereal Killer

Method Man

Blackout!

1999

going to kill you

Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I

Punks jump up to get beat down
(I give nothin' but abuse)
Punks jump up to get beat down
(Give nothin' but abuse)

One day when I was ridin'