pity on me You're so still, are you so lame? I can't watch and wait just to take the blame For your judgement Can there really be someone up above me Who judges
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our lives shouldn't be determined by our nationality i hope you understand these people already lost their lives and i hope they're never judging us the way we're judgeing
comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Speak the sound of fear He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Speak the sound
you're paid, you can still get thick By your low life homies or skanless bitch You gotta move it around, put it in the right hands Maybe a judge, Make
it is But you can't give cred to anythin' dude says Same dude to give you ice an' you owe him some head Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead You sound
(4x) Let's remind you That you can't go wrong for knowing But they talking like they don't know And all of 'em sound the same they're so quick to judge
met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said shorty, "Would you call me?" She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "Darling, you sound
-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds
message to warn you imposers All hating in my business, when I see you I'm a drop you Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
. JUST BOUGHT A DROP TOP FEEL LIKE I'M IN L.A. EVERYBODY WATCHING ME I FEEL LIKE I'M THE MOVIE. HOMIE GOT HIS FIRST BLOCK TOOK IT FROM A O YAE. JUDGE
Yo, yo, yo, I'm tired of the, 'he say, she say Why every time they get mad, man we pay? She wanna act like the judge and the jury The police, F.B.I. and
verse for the people Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal The radio rarely put their needle on my record They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected Sounds
sound harder. And I'm a live this life till I'm gone. Only people that could give you life is a judge and God. But the only one that judge me is my God
motherfucker [Kanye West:] I?m here, it?s the misogyny bad bitches massaging me sometimes we lowered our standards at the colleges so please don?t judge
twice i have been royally screwed, "i'm ready for my close up, wheres the mark, wheres my line, wheres my lunch, i, oh i love the sound of that voice
spiritual plate. Recognize your existence in this vast blue space From a tiny cloud of blood To the human beings with taste, sight, touch, smell and sound
been hatin' since school, cause Imma fool. Polo down year round with twenties off the ground. I go to clubs, niggas smug but I don't hear the sound.
