[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Michael, message to Michael He sings each night in some cafe In his
This is a radio message to my baby And I'm begging her, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back I'm sorry that I made you cry I'm sorry
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The struggle for life would soon be over A young man on his deathbed lay Here is his head in dying anger And this what I heard him say Take this message
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin? about television and doin? it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
By the time you get this message I will be behind the wheel Watchin' dotted yellow hexagrams Stretch into the dark Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds
1991 grilled cgeese goes on it's way to different cities Rocking for the kiddies To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow All the money went to
Uh, ha, uh, ha Another inebriated beat You know what time it is Straight for the street KRS-One, hold tight, look, look Crack, don't mess with that Speed
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
[Drake] I forgot about you last night for the first time in a long time I did I was caught up in these drinks they keep on making an amazin conversation
Lil Wayne yo yo public service anouncment man It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'" and uhh this is a public service announcement
Here it goes, concealed, revealed A revolution a solution without bloodshed finally Disciplic succession, placed in my possession Complete so sweet,
In a line of fire I stand and wait for you I can't hold out for too long Searchin' every part of me for a sign I'm in the middle of a storm I keep hopin
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
Yeah I know, I know, I know I've been bad I know I lied and I cheated in the past But I ain't capable of doing such wrong That justifies me being locked
I know what's to come The way I'm feeling happy now The knowing I'm drunk Of ways of knowing it never lets me down 'Cause I always stay too long Long
Welcome to hell Welcome to hell that's what I heard them sing Welcome to hell, yeah Oh, we're so happy that you're here today There's a warden waiting