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A young nigga as consistent
As you that has affected the world in
Such a positive way since, you know
Michael Jackson
And then, when you've finally got

savage
Girl, you can't compare, you ain't nothin' like my last bitch
Girl, I know they can't compare
And you know they can't compare, no 
They can't

you see a boss – I’m 2-Toned Up!
Big up to NYC the Big Apple
The Five Boroughs; the Hip-Hop Capital
I held it down in the Boogie Down…Bronx let’s get it

that's what I said on intellectuals, you'll see it afar,

I already knew this shit, it ain't nothin bizzare, I saw it comin the day that I started makin my

Record Jock

Dana Dane

Rollin' Wit Dane

1995

into her five point o
I wanted her because she looked like Janet Jackson
Caramel complexion, sportin sexy fashion
"Hello, how you're doin?" I said, "they

Mystic Stylez

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez

1995

Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit

Mafia

All I Wanna Do

Royce da 5'9"

Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Pt. 1 [Germany]

2003

ain't feelin me
That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
Feel this, nigga bounce

[Chorus] ? 2X w/ ad libs

[Royce Da 5'9"]
What, what?  We

compare me to nobody, Gucci Mane I'm not a clone
If you ain't chasing that bag then it's something wrong

She's black but act like a yellow bone
She's short

Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson

Freestyle

Erick Sermon

Survival of the Illest: Live from 125 NYC

1998

and Flex don't roll unless they Andrew Jackson
It's Brooklyn by me the crook the I-B ya even look
At ID you gettin' hooked to I-V
Motherfuckers huh

beginning's comin'
Niggas been had drive, had to get the engine runnin'
You either die chasin' dreams or you gon' live for nothin'
Shit, nigga I'd get

reload, I'ma map that (Woo!)
You gon' Fly Too, it's a Drac' in my backpack (What?!)
"YF2", "OVO", that'd be a clap-clap
Ale' my nigga, my bro since

to the hills, to the back of the tracks 

A-A-ask them hos, did I do that? 

I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches 

I'm the man with single

to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can

I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get

born I was
Condemned by the Catholic Church
Warsaw, battlin' the streets we inhabited
I'm sugar like Ray Robinson
You ain't even saccharine
Leavin' you

We're Back

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay (grr)

How

half Moon
I'm gon stretch you till your eyes Close
I'll sing out for you extra Measures
Cuz nothing compares to the Pleasure
That we give to eachother

left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to 
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you 
And I done seen a lot of people

tryin' to get my ring like Ewing
Coyote gang get a fuck n**** ruined
Nothin' but Andrew Jacksons in my pocket thought I was with the five
N**** thought

useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for

Nothin mo and nothin less, can't compare me to the rest (Fly)
I get some breaktime til you label me the best
Still a long way to go, can't get ahead

Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2

5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back

The a p two tone
Three five in a wood smoking vlone
She keep texting my line what your freak on
After she give me that neck tell her be gone
Know I