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. War zones. No homes. Ain't it time we gave the dog a bone. Say brothers. Sisters. Step up and put yourself in the picture. This time. You know. A revolution if the only way that we can change
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. War zones. No homes. Ain't it time we gave the dog a bone. Say brothers. Sisters. Step up and put yourself in the picture. This time. You know. A revolution if the only way that we can change
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. RECITATION. You know friends I wonder--. Just how many homes are broken tonight. And just how many tears are shed . By some little word of anger. That never should have been said. I'd like to tell you a story
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. Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report. He's got two homes, car loans, in debt. And his third divorce ain't even final yet. Traded his MBA for a SUV on a backwoods road down in Tennessee. 'Cause
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of
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as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus. Hear me growl Grrra! Howl!. I got the night vision just like the wise old owl. I'm comin' ta fetch ya. Yeah homes I'll wet ya (Yeah home direct ya
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mess up. Both our happy homes. I hate to think about us all meeting up together. 'Cause soon as I looked at you, it would show on my face, yeah. Then they'll know that we've been loving each other. We
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of
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shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,. Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope. There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,. The sedated homes of
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fifty-one million. Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones. Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes. Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome. You
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' is thugs nigga what. Blood in blood out vatos locos homes, there's no chocos homes. When we smoke them chromes and how we broke them bones While the last niggas is ass niggas. The ski mask niggas to
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' is thugs nigga what. Blood in blood out vatos locos homes, there's no chocos homes. When we smoke them chromes and how we broke them bones While the last niggas is ass niggas. The ski mask niggas to
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' is thugs nigga what. Blood in blood out vatos locos homes, there's no chocos homes. When we smoke them chromes and how we broke them bones While the last niggas is ass niggas. The ski mask niggas to
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waded in too deep and love is overboard. Heavy hearts token words all the hopes I ever had. Fade like footprints in the sand All the homes that we were building. We never lived in. Could be better
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, bitches ain't got the coof C-O-U-T-H, cause you can't spell it either If I call him, then he come in homes running Derek Jeter Bitches must be eating ass, because I swear to bottom feeders Ho, you know that
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pawn shop givin' your rol' up nigga. Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey drive. Round here, leave that Maybach home. Before we tick that homes, we be on y'all jerks. You'll find out
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We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes. We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn. We go through "epidodes ii," like "attack of the clones". Work 'til we break our back
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Song Carry On Tradition. Artist Nas. Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap *. Niggaz want to talk about this money. About these cars, these homes, these labels. Clothes, sneakers, big money *
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take life. Is that what you're here for?. To think that you are right. To make sure it won't fly. Is the making of a hate crime. In the lands of the brave,. In the homes of the land slaves,. We are all
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And now the spotlight's on Trice. But back when the spot life was Trice. I always kept beside a spot for a mic. Despite wrongs and rights. I would write after I slung white to homes on the pipe I
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blacked out lungs and a * up liver. . Chorus. . (F. A. T. E. ). Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos. Steward Ave. Homes. Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo. Doublin' dough 24-7
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tell homes, I don't keep a cell phone, my bad. I drag off the L and try to silence it. The noise in my head, the curse of the talented. Strong communicator, vagabond, I gallivant around the equator
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garments, run out yo' apartment. Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets. (Gun jammin'). Y'all beef let's meet like Subway sandwiches. You have no idea. Crack heads furnish your homes like Ikea
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tooth just thinkin' about the way I'm gonna eat you. Beat you in the right way. Send her back on a lunch break. Like damn homes she can't walk straight. It's okay she on my team I ain't lyin', trust
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Coast, stand up. (Uh). You should. Come around my way. Come around my way I'm from a place in Harlem. Where the streets they look like Africa. And the trees are in better condition. Than the homes
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worms. With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes Know the names 'cause we tattoo in the morn'. I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue. So f**** rap, we comin' at to you with a song
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. The whip's sittin' on 2 6's, the lips chrome. My money used to be immature now my * grown. Big wheels, big homes, I'm doin' it big, holmes Its on, its on, its on the kid home. Get tell the Patron
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on their own. Forget your baby daddy baby you don't need him homes'. Whether you got your real hair or a weave on. Whether you got some Frankie beads or some beads on. From the a-cup to the d-cup. To
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Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother?. Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region. Through the pain, wish they knew that God was just teachin'. We want decent homes, so dreams we say
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. About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin. In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L. A. Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco. My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo. Sittin in a low
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revolution starts today You say you never scared there's kids in other countries. Making jerseys, jeans, and sneakers they could never wear. Parents never there, they're busy building homes they can't afford
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. Calculations, foreclose homes out in Vegas. I run wit TM, meanin bitches pay us, it's outrageous. CLK's, rims ill, tinted up, pullin bitches wit bird * on the windshield. Hoppin out, niggas front, we knock
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Grand Canal you sail past the great churches and simple homes of the Venetians. The trip takes you beneath many bridges, including the most famous, the Rialto Bridge. Another is the Bridge of Sighs
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homes. 2002 Trice up in ya headphones. (*vocal scratch* - If it's ya system). Trice up in ya bows. (*vocal scratch* - If it's ya women). Then Trice up in ya hoes!. I suppose that I am kinda cocky
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. . Incomprehensible in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones. 'Cause he yappin' off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong. 'Cause he ain't never gon' be *, and I done worked so hard. But I will make you a
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. Keep friends? he keep a 9 instead. He know tonight he could be dead. No justice. So many troubled, souls, so many broken homes. So many kids out of control. Cause they hopeless. Too many on parole