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the talking
Only baby that momma was born with
And I'm still with the drama and all bitch
I'll be shaking them plays til we all rich
All you haters can suck

belt
Fuck around and make you melt
Don't let me catch you by yourself
Yeah, bullet shot wounds in your favorite sweater
You trying to step to Tone
I'll

twice
Man I'm done with being nice
I got them itching at their head like it's lice
How's that brudda so nice
And I don't rap
But you can catch me throwing

and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no

till the come up just play the position (you better)
Even though I’m always doubted know I’ll make it I’m different (aye)
I’m smoking og by the ounce

scofield
Y’all come can with me
We got the world to see
Know that every day there’s so much better you can be
Found what I was missing
Forget those who ain’t

longer do it in fear
I show by my action, no talking
I'm done with you robbing my cheer
Done with it, done with it
Practice my fundamentals
I got my pen

a little tall in this bitch
Why you talking to me
I don't mean to be cocky
But I want you and your friend
I'm in outer space
Don't know when I'll land
Gas up

intercourse
We gon leave em fucked of course 

It's Mac

I was taught by old heads 
That emotions is for bitches 
And if you catch a body 
Then you gotta kill

You can’t catch me see we lost em
Do or die bet you couldn't do it like I do
Suicide mission if you fuck around and try to
I’m John wick James Bond

Catch me en fuego, I know the day go
By and all I'm thinking bout is stacking the payroll
Getting the pesos like Jose Canseco
So hot in this

Wake up to the world around you cause somehow 
We've got to stop John before he cuts another throat 
Welcome to the darkest punchline Jim Davis ever

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

Anthology of English Folk Music

2006

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

Penguin Eggs

1980

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

Gold Rush

Snoop Dogg

Tha Doggfather

1996

(mhm)
But if you too slow
I catch you on the down-low (oh no)
Oh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real
He ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang

And you won't come back

Company, by the rightdress!
Squad camp it hUP!

My goodness me
I am in a bad temper today, all right
Two, three, damn, damn
Two,

we kiddin' in this bitch though
I'll have money in the vault (Cha ching)
I see diamonds shining brighter, I need comas
Ya'll keep hiding round, you

Luke, Mike & John

Revolver

Music for a While

2009

everything you're supposed to need 
And you'll be living on a raft with 
Luke, Mike and John 

Luke, Mike and John 

Another hangover day, traveling

up your waist shorty
Yh yh
Know the vibe I feel you straight naughty
Set the time baby girl I'll pick the place shorty
Yh yh

Tell em seh we pull up

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by

ton, he wet shit
Ain't a scene he on ice like the rink
Fin to catch you, like the ring
Put a nigga by the beam
Bodda boom Bodda bing he get shot by sink

to emotionally scar me
If you're cutting my grass
Like a lawnmower with faulty blades
Leave you burried or snatched
Then i give my grass a raise
I be like john

Get Up Get Down

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

something good 
I'm Hi-see like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood 

You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size 
Have you Goin' Down like Mary J.

I'll see
I'm smoking pack while you smoke weed
Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me

Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)