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Hold Ya Head

Show & A.G.

Runaway Slave

1992

(Just hold ya head)

[Showbiz]
Green light, that's go or should I stop?
I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops
What are you, on dope, or is this

We Fly High [Remix]

Jermaine Dupri

A Dipset Christmas

2006

Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz

I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's

They want that
Raw uncut beef patty
Get caught by the
Lime green and khaki
I only lean when
I only lean when turning
Through the city
My fingers are

40 Acres and My Props

Show & A.G.

Runaway Slave

1992

[Intro: Showbiz & A.G.]
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props
A.G. got props, tell me who got the props
Give me my props for '92
It's me

my bed a lot
You moving like showbiz
So Tell me how you live with yourself
Tell me how you live with nobody else
Cause I'm in my head a lot
And you

We Fly High [Remix]

Birdman

Hosted by the Game: Southern Slang

2007

Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz 

I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's

I've got the blues
Foolin' around got me
Abused by the muse
From my head
Down to my sandals
Don't you know thay
My life is in shambles
Abused by the muse

the goal
And someday when I'm long gone the music will live on
'Cause I am just the writer, but forever is the song

Me and my muse, we're making music
Me

lookin' like the south side of France, my nigga

Show up, I show up
All my niggas show up
It's showtime, nigga, show up
Showbiz come to the nigga

are the muse

The muse
The muse

I would wait a thousand lives
Just to see your face laying next to mine
And I'll hold you and kiss you
A thousand more

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

writing code, off by heart

Click, click, rap, tap, generate! Fuel the mood, anticipate
Found in pixels, auto muse, driver image, perfect hues!
From

skin all on my behalf
Oh, love I dreamed of once

Dew-crowned muse
Which stream of time to follow
We've crafted more than a few
Muse of joy
Can we live

to be intimidated by the news
So can you be my inspiration
Can you be my muse?
You can be my inspiration
I can be your muse
You can be my inspiration
I

Can’t believe you’re mine
Forever my muse
Can’t believe you’re mine
Forever mine

When I say you’re mine it doesn’t me to say
That I think I own you

My Muse 

Golden plated skins, sunsets in the wind, fire in the ring and jewels on your skin. Your ocean blue eyes wooing me inside like bait you

what I bake real salty
Only for the brothers that live down hill
Leading on the Frontline by Miles still
We come from the same town that's 2 kings
So it

I'm Back

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim

chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)

The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito

How should I start this?

and pain
Through a muse's kiss, strength finds me again
Yet I cannot leave, so much more to give
A new melody calls me to live
My memoir
A sonata for my home

Usually cray cray
You see me move by the day
Putting all of my strengths
In the escape
Won’t sell out
For a new wraith
Won’t bail out
Gotta get paid

We Boys

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

bitch ass niggas, we're coming to your precinct
I'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projects
Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz
Bounce

Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park)

Nas

Illmatic

1994

dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My