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pray
So ready to top the billboards play by play
And when I blow up the whole team go be on
I'm heading for the ocean I done skipped the pond

Shotz to Tha Double Glock

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta

I should be shooting for the stars
But I'm beaten, covered in scars (Yeah)
Burnt up like Owen Lars
Wish I could get away to Mars (Mars)
It would be

the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What

123 let's go
Bout to fucking blow

Every morning like what's up
Time to go and run it up
Ima make some hundred bucks
Just trading the fucking flux

and rot
When you bleeding on the streets everybody gonna watch
I just keep the peace I’m rolling solo
No fights on the mic no one acting like dodos
I don’t

Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your

If you don't know by now

There ain't another me
I'm berry cherry sweet
And I won't cry crocodile tears if you leave
So d-d-d-d-don't,

with that buck shot bitch
Keep it a buck fuck up a check while I'm heatin em up
Eatin' the muff keeping it G while the reaper is cleanin em up
Even you

Respect

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die: The Remaster [2006] [Clean]

1994

even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Me holla respect, to all the gun

Respect

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Me holla respect, to all the gun

I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets comin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin'

to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas

all by my own

Bitch, I'm higher than a drone
I swear I'm way too gone
I put some drank my cup
Roll a blunt then repeat
I hope my family eat

I didn't

Made a mistake trading blows with the Apex Rex
Winning's not in your cards, so I'll discard the deck next
I'm game, you're game, I'm the predator

Write Sum Bump

Playa Fly

Movin' On

1998

a wraith on the scene, I'm reachin two years in age 

left by a pole in and pamper and sheded tears full of rage 

I told her I want to go, and that's

Blow

Twista

The Chain Gang, Vol. 2

2003

all about that BLOW)
I'm your BLOW supplier, the hoes admire
My whole attire, my rims and tires, niggaz wearin' wires
(Actin' like they want to do

Down Goes Another Nigga

BG. Knocc Out

Real Brothas

1995

my bitch, Jesse Mayer
The Compton thug
Gettin' love by many
But I'm hated by masses
So fuck they asses
Niggas say they men
And they large, but

10 missed calls
They say I'm a star
Who just opened up my door
Nobody matchin' my flow
They said that I'm gonna blow
Pour up, pour another four
Oh, oh,

I said "Buck into you with my rambz"
But I dashed it away, bucked into a fed
(Phew)
And I've lost, I'm tapped in my head
So buck into me right now,

semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt

lost
It's like I grind for nuttin'
They say I'm next to blow
I'm feeling like my time is coming
Cah I never had the brightest start
Big shank by my

Stop looking for something to say
I'm drilling i'm looking for pay
The villain is filled with the rage
The blaster he gonna let spray

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