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fugitive with just two ways. Outrun the law or spend my life in jail. . (Chorus). I'd like to settle down but they won't let me. A fugitive must be a rolling stone. Down every road there's always one
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plan. Cause theres no plan B. Get a shot, for the top on my soap box. Pop a zit go sing let my tunes talk. Cool kid, and Im in the mood. Give me combo number 2 . Whats up wich you?. Dude you look scared
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Intro. Who the * you think you talking to, nigga?. * me? Nah, nigga, * you, nigga. Verse 1. Dear * nigga, still can't believe I used to * wit' ya. Poppin' Plan B's 'cause I ain't
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You've always been searching for something. But everything seems so so-so. Tightly close your eyes. Hold out your hand. We'll make a stand. Forget their plans. And their demands Plan B
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You've always been searching for something. But everything seems so so-so. Tightly close your eyes. Hold out your hand. We'll make a stand. Forget their plans. And their demands Plan B
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I'm harboring a fugitive. Defector of a kind. And she lives in my soul. Drinks of my wine. And I'd give my last breath. To keep us alive. . Are they coming for us. With cameras or guns. We
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Bài hát B. j. The D. j. - Val Elliott, The Rhythm Ramblers. A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line. A DJ in a little country station. Everybody loved him dear cause he
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believe there'll be another time L. A. B. A. T. Y. D. all our bodiesthree score years and ten. i know we're waiting for the big amen only one chance. tears of blood and years of sweat and toil. give it
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plan. The getaway plan I'm the shiver that runs up your spine. A strange kinda piece of your mind You've been lonely, I'm the only. I know your damaged goods. You did the best you could. I think you
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Is the answer none of the above?. Crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive. Every day a different version of. Pouring it away like water through a sieve. Hey, better realize my friend. Lord in
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beat? (Hell no!). Run-D. M. C. It's like the A the B to the C. It's easier than (1, 2, 3). (He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D. M. C. ). So hit it Run!. It's time for we to cease (So what?). So rhymers speak
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plan on the cell floor. I'm not a fugitive on the run. But a brother like me begun - to be another one. Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all. To criticize me some crime - never the
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I dwell in my cell. How long has it been?. They got me sittin' in the state pen. I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before. I contemplated a plan on the cell floor. I'm not a fugitive
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. Trooping for the feature we all get paid, so let's go. Yo, D that's me, the King, the MC. Rhyme get mine on the TOP. Can another MC ever rock this beat? Hell, yeah It's like the A the B to the C, it's
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I heard you're scheming new pyramids. Another big idea to get you rich. Make a plan to love me. Make a plan to love me sometime soon You said you got a foot in the door. You buy and then you sell
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Song Lose Your Head - Katy B, The HeavyTrackerz, J Hus, D Double E. Chorus Katy B. Lose your head. When you hear me on the microphone. Lose your head. Turn it up and make the speakers blown. Lose
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slow jam, check it. Sucka emcees could never swing with D. Because of all the things that I bring with me. Only G-O-D could be a king to me. And if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be. The microphone
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You've always been searching for something. But everything seems so so-so. Tightly close your eyes. Hold out your hand. We'll make a stand. Forget their plans. And their demands. Plan B
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You've always been searching for something. But everything seems so so-so. Tightly close your eyes. Hold out your hand. We'll make a stand. Forget their plans. And their demands. Plan B
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be a king to me. And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The microphone is granted when it's handed to me. I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee. The emcee fiends only seem to agree
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You Brought Me Here. Come With Me And. Sing A Song Of Misery I'm The Writing On The Wall. See What It Means To Call Me,. Call Me By That Name Be My Witness. See How I Became. A Reflection Of
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About a gunshot away there's a place that I long to be. tippin' bottles with me old cock. When the *'s all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay. one middle finger to the landlocked
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. Hah. Yah. Get it right boy Sure shot And this is the way. We rock the house And that's the way yeah Supreme. Fever Born to talk. Take a walk Back up Step off Punk frontin Bad B-Boys! B-Girls Tough
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. Hah. Yah. Get it right boy Sure shot And this is the way. We rock the house And that's the way yeah Supreme. Fever Born to talk. Take a walk Back up Step off Punk frontin Bad B-Boys! B-Girls Tough
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, stay crunk, at the club. Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub. Should have held back, but you throwed the punch. 'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch. No D to-the U to-the G for
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doesn't always stand a reason. And no one ever gets a chance to live it twice But I'd rather risk my fate. Than to lose my faith In the lovin', the hatin'. The constant debatin'. The chaos, the calm
