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Love My Life

Cam'ron

Killa Season [Clean]

2006

a gun, you don't so it flares you'll see
After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
So I move carefully, niggas don't care for me
Who care I don't, you share I

Love My Life

Cam'ron

Killa Season

2006

Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My

you making all the wrong moves
Do I intimidate you, or more infuriate you?
'Cause I annihilate all who participating for the gore
Lovers I decapitate

Had to let go of who I thought I should be to find who I am
Don't mean the edited one for the 'Gram
But I mean the one who needs love, has fear

I Ain't Goin'

Trouble

Karma 2

2018

somewhere in the Hills
Private jet, Givenchy clothes
Need some Fronto, I could roll
Shit, I'm counting, got me cold (ice cold)

I ain't goin' back

Cuz the truth will only make you want me more
What’s really new?
Looking for some answers
Questioning Who’s really who 
You Never been a dummy
But you

Cuz the truth will only make you want me more
What’s really new?
Looking for some answers
Questioning Who’s really who 
You Never been a dummy
But you

I Got Rhythm

Ernestine Anderson

Gershwin Songbook: 'S Marvelous

1994

anything more?
I got daisys, in green pastures
I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him

La la la la ahh

Four bitches in the spot could fuck them two by two
You can blame this cold heart on every girl i knew
Tried to fix it so long

different
Smokin cigarettes anything for that nicotine fix
We were the, rednecks, the misfits, the rockers, the nerds None of us fit in
We were the potheads

The trash in all of your tracks is a try not to laugh challenge
Got no room for anything if it's gone bring me more stress
Don't call for reinforcements
But I

pray for peace when they
Don't have the power
A disconnect of intellect
Know some people packing straps
You could call 'em cowards
The realest Gs I ever

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It's so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real
(Oh he's for real)
He's for real
(It's so lovely sipping on bubbly)

Sugar Hill [Remix]

AZ

Check the Vibe

1997

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It's so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real
(Oh he's for real)
He's for real
(It's so lovely sipping on bubbly)

Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These

open doors
Know I'm finna make it
I could feel it in my core
When it rains it pours on the poor even more
I know what I'm doing bitch don't ask me if I'm

more
Than most of y'all
Could take
Still showed love
And felt the hate
Hustled hard
They rooted
I would fail
Raising up
My daughter by myself
Coming from

I fall on my knees and pray
For heaven to show me the answer
Make me complete today
Soul, heart, body, and mind
If I could ask for just one more

they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first

to me
Being in each minute

I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for

uh, Bette who
Uh, don't really recall anything that she's done too significant
Fuck this bitch is ugly as hell, man
She's, like, 800 years old
Hey, yo,

for some cash
Carried you for nine months
You can carry out the trash
You never want to come back home by curfew
Mom, wait!
This hurts me more than it

don't call me a rapper I'm more than that
By the way
See it's Usain Bolt on a bitch how I snap on tracks
By the way
Turn these thousands to millions,

on men who get in the way 
I’m cocking my gun I’m coming to stay 
We fought for this land in current day 
They’ve tried but they can’t take it away 
They