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me behind I want to reconcile and I even wait awhile but you're too different now [chorus:] all these words can mean no harm and all these words can kill all
more Rich Porter type, a small giant, nigga we not at all alike, the shit you just discoverin I been doin all my life. Y'all niggas call it ballin',
you can only chase something that you haven?t caught If there?s a summertime in hell, it?s not as hot You empty clip niggas aint got a shot These diamonds
: (feat. Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire, Red Cafe, Joe Budden & Ransom) [Ransom:] Where the f**k's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot I damage the
yeah, uh, yo We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both) Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors We don't own clean guns (all
in the passenger lean I'm fastin my jeans, she hit the pipe just as fast as a fiend Then she hopped on your boy quick Went up, down, round and round, all
NYC song And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping And put this new bad bitch I got her some red bottoms And all these hatin' ass niggas want
bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck
: [The Game talking] What the fuck is all this noise? He from Cali he can't rap He ain't better than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all
and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff
As I Get Home, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying to pay my debt for all my sins See this
nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets
t listenin. Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat, Then stay the fuck out the kitchen. Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean. Itchin, givin suckas plenty space. Have these
do we get ahead To many young black brothers are dying Living Fast, too fast These felonies be like prophecies Begging me to stop Cuz These lawyers getting
ghetto. Time's movin' fast will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K. Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things I did Wishin'