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- Alan Lomax
- Eric Victor Burdon
- Lawrence Parker
- Tupac Shakur
- Cameron Giles
- Rodney Lemay
- Larry R. Gates
 
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Cam'ron - Love My Life lyrics
Hey nigga!
 Wake up you gotta go to your grandfather funeral
 Come on! Let's go!
 Come on boy! Get your ass up!
 Take the damn jewelry off! (i'm fine ma)
 Just put it on the dresser don't give me no lip!
Hey yo!
 I never claimed to be hard, tough no homo
 Gangsta none of the above
 Just a kid from 140th and Lennox Ave.
 Harlem USA tryin to make his way in the world ya heard
 know through the trials and tribulations that life brings
 i lost some friends
 incarcerated some are gone forever
 you know you can't expect everything from everybody
 so get up get out and get somethin
 thats what i did
 Before i had the hammer cocked a santana rock
 little gerv grandpa jerry grandma dot (thats my fam)
 uncle carl uncle ted uncle steve uncle bill
 cousin steve cousin bill up on the hill now (wuddup ya'll)
 my aunt normie i dont speak to my aunt dida
 or my cousin bathsheba love my mother fredrika(wuddup ma)
 neighbor frita daughter raven and neeka
 down another doorbell was that nigga warnell
 he gave birth to the best mc's you never heard
 lever after lever and was clever with whatever word
 derek armstead bloodshed from C.O.C
 he did damage road manage by G.O.D
 aka Gupta God he was stupid hard
 sixteen a bitch dream had stupid cars
 ?? '68 hooptie '75 still drive some bullshit
 i dont know why, i love the nigga though
 for him put cris in the air first one diss him in here
 i swear i'll risk my career
 thats a fact thing aint talkin no rap shit
 i'm talkin that mack clip
 niggas will backflip act sick
 my dudes study the savage
 no beef veggie nigga maybe some catfish
 he could have my house
 he could take my mauries
 he could drive my car
 this ain't east side storyCam'ron - Love My Life - http://motolyrics.com/camron/love-my-life-lyrics.html
 thats why my dudes love me i let them do them
 you either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me
 probably both
 if you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident
 play lotto, 9 out of 10 times you gon win nigga
 Chorus: (Nicole Wray)
 Play the game
 Sure to win
 They all up on me know they want my ends
 I sacrifice
 I roll the dice
 I love my hood
 I love my life (2X)
 See a boss i prepared to be
 When i walk away from a confrontation
 i ain't scared of you i'm scared of me
 I got a gun you don't, so if flares you'll see
 After that a 5000 vault chair for me
 So i move carefully, niggas don't care for me
 who care i don't
 you share i won't
 calm down (uhh uhh) breathe again
 i dont do extortion unless i'm on the receiving end
 talk to my money
 first time i heard her speak thats word to me
 told me i deserve to eat
 move to a killa ave right from a murder street
 rock adidas forms even though they hurt my feet
 i dont look in the sky nevermind stars
 know some fine stars right behind bars
 Snags, Black, Do on house arrest
 Seep, Sheep won't even through out the rest
 they wanted my ass right alongside Zeek
 turn myself in nope play hide and go seek
 i'm gone put the clip in the chrome
 yeah i'm just like a fly see the shit that i'm on
 and hour after hour i would chill at the after hours
 where they flash the powder no bath or shower
 in that same spot realized math is power
 so i point at the mansion that is ours
Chorus
Can you feel me heal me yeah









