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underway after a deadly shooting. It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Deer Park and 355. Our Montgomery County reporter joins us, with the latest tonight. " Living life like this, hope little Bobby
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. Nine times, nine to five, I'm troop servin'. Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get in line 'Cause momma got laid off, the lil' sis need shoes. My brother just got popped back in his county blues. And
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Florida,. Lookin' for me boy, ya find me. Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia. Where they use to call us some bamas And now they jockin' the grammar. Watch yo mouth unless you
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stacks. From the side of the bridge, you gotta cross the tracks. Dade County D Boyz at yo' front door. Three in tha mornin' and ya know what we knockin' fo' Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
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Florida,. Lookin' for me boy, ya find me. Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia. Where they use to call us some bamas And now they jockin' the grammar. Watch yo mouth unless you
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?. Jack mode that's how we act when we team up. Throw your triple beam up this is fish gill. I bailed out of county with counterfeit bills. My slang be high range brick city. Watch how you sniff son I'm
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Look, I'm slipping right behind ya, nigga. Don't try to hide 'cause I'll find ya, nigga. I'm representing Big County, nigga. I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas Don't eva try me, nigga. Don't try
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this Honda. I highly doubt it but * it, it's worth a shout out. At least that's what I tell the judge before I gracefully bowed out. Meanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for receive. There's
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niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail. Two days later in municiple court. Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought. Instruct him out tha court said the judge. On a six year sentence my man didn't
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could score fiddy-two. Get thirty-three rebounds, fuckin' around Teams lost to him, he went right through 'em. Division, county, state, that's three, count 'em. Championships for a small town bro
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growing. I learn my * from the niggas comin up in that county whoa. Blastin at the niggas on the other side. Picking up the trigger when you come up right?. Aint no love what love got to do with it
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way live like Lakeside. Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat bumpin'. The way I feel niggas ain't leave until they up in somethin'. Pack my dutch like the niggas in the county. Dayrooms
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ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time. And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property,. One of us has got to hit the road,. I guess it must be up to me
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hands out, if I ain't give it, I'd be wrong. 'Member I was in the county jail none of these bitches wasn't pickin' up the phone. Now they bangin' my line, I ain't got time no more. A nigga started from
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me). A hater can't never say nothin around me (around me). Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me (about me). When we be drivin foreign through ya county (ERRT~!). Ain't nobody gone say nothin about me
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whack. So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see. You won't get out the county, 'cos you're bad and free. You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style. A melancholy town where we never smile. And
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falling as the desert world. Began to settle down. In the town they're searching for us everywhere. But we never will be found Band on the run. Band on the run. And the county judge, who held a grudge
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weight of our last fight. Elvis singing "don't be cruel". And I wonder if you feel it too. It's like we're going under. Somewhere outside the lonely Esmarelda county line. The question of my heart came to
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cause it hurts like hell but it's too late for that now. . So hello highway, hello city limit sign,. Hello sunset, hello Jackson county line,. Hello radio go and play that song tonight. Hello freedom
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post game party field. You circle up on. And when it rains. You get stuck on. Drift a cloud back. Behind county roads. That you run up. The mud on her jeans. That she peeled off. And hung up. Her blue
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cause it hurts like hell but it's too late for that now. . So hello highway, hello city limit sign,. Hello sunset, hello Jackson county line,. Hello radio go and play that song tonight. Hello freedom
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(Words & music by Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller). The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing
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She was just seventeen but she was all woman. When Ol' Frank slipped the ring on her hand. My God he was wealthy, owned half of the county. But he'd never see sixty again After ten years of Heaven
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only rooster in the hencoop,. And I guess it shows. I can't forget (oh, no). When we first met (first). Well, it was bull wrestling time. At the county fair rodeo. (or is it ro-de-o). And I almost
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I was born on a levy. A little bit south of Montgomery. Mama worked in the big house. And, daddy, he worked for the county. . I never had no learning. Until I turned sixteen. When Joe Henry
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don't come and kiss me soon. Music. Honey you know that I'm gonna be true to you. I'll keep you in bananas and bring you coconuts too. And we'll settle down in the nearest county zoo. Oh, ranga tanga
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Know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Mississippi mothafucka, Newton County. What I live and die for, Scott County. Ball for da kids, Simpson County. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Niggas out here flashin
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The County Jail. Two Days Later In Municipal Court. Kilo G On Trial Cold Cut A Fart. Obstruction Of The Court Said The Judge. On A Six Year Sentence, Ma Man Didnt Budge. Baliff Came Over To Turn Him In
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sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury. So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me. But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me. Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the
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what he said. Told you a closed mouth ain't gon' neva get Fed. Now a open mouth'll get you county instead of the Feds. Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red Niggas can't deal with
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, so * 'em. A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel. To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya. Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya, my nigga 'Cause it's hell. Livin' off a
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DMX - dialogue. I ain't goin back to jail. Next time, the County or the State see me. it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby!. End of the road, ha hah!. When you a dawg, you a dawg for life
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Yo, they all around me 'round me. On my head, they got a bounty. I'm tryin' to get this bell up so I can flee ythe county. Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks I'm sharper than rough
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DMX - dialogue. I ain't goin back to jail. Next time, the County or the State see me. it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby!. End of the road, ha hah!. When you a dawg, you a dawg for life
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sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury. So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me. But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me. Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the
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just love me by doing nothing. And perhaps, by not shaking the county line. I'm yours if you'll have me. (Quietly or loudly, sincerely your daugther). But regardless, you're mine
