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her fondue
Breaking bread eating caloo
You said you hot well that's cool
I'm riding high in that coupe
Chicken 3 pcs like my suit
Double the crunch for

Million Dollar Baby

Yea
This one for you
Yo Mr. Carlyle you a fool for this one
This for yall
Yall high fashion High saditty
Boogie You know what

The Mask

Fugees

The Score

1996

Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large

pace
So beware of the snakes, stack up and say ya grace
Yo I figured, get more commas and Mo figures
Never stress for blues faces, get a chick that's

I'm the muthafuckin owner
Blue notes on my mind everyday another mission
Milly move dope naw his flow out the kitchen
Say you dropped a single shit I

ass man writing notes like we in class,
Walk by u real close so I can touch that ass,
Do u like the feeling is the shxt trash?
Bitch check one and slide

you bring more luggage
Than a high guy
Would need to stay buzzing
Left on read so I'm running a light
Never told the kids I was good with advice
Yo word

Steve Biko (Stir It Up)

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar
Hip-hop scholar since being knee-high

stick the dick inside em, like mariah carey, high notes she sings
Woke up in the morning feeling like the man
Last night yo bitch had that pussy poppin

on a city you ain't been in yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame, I stand by that
They call me Diizii, but not 'cause they think I spun on some'

a high note but ain't nothing soft about me, I wish yo ass would

I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be

high horse ain't my first rodeo 
I'ma teach you bitches how to dose do
I'm too real you really just a placebo 
Ain't no way you gone replace me bro 

Law

It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Yo

History say don't repeat her
Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah)
You should marvel at the fightin'

It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Yo

History say don't repeat her
Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah)
You should marvel at the fightin'

that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul

Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got

chair
I'm in a chair in the atmosphere
Space chair

So high
My space chair fly
Poppin eyes
Mouth dropped wide
In my neighborhood
As i float by
The said i

Listen if you eightball shavin' on the block
Turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta
(Hustle Hard) turn 14 to 28 fast
56 to 100 grams, now I'm on yo ass
(Hustle

to date
From the town by the high mountains near the lake
Been awake since the days of VHS tapes
Turning drug money to an IRA nest egg
Here to stay IQ's

make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make

high notes
Crying she can't hide it
Her son at the front door
Fresh smell of gun smoke
Don't be jumpin out yo bones
You jump around and get smoked

in a few of 'em
Say I got 'em, then I get 'em
Mystery killer, a riddle
Make 'em sing like Bryson Tiller
them high notes, I bet they feel 'em

I

B.R.

Black Rob

Life Story [Clean]

1999

with the gleam
My team full of cut throats with enough notes to write a f***in' book
Take a good f***ing look at these bad guys
Stay mad fly, mad high

to Heaven
Smoking that reefer sending me straight to Heaven

(Uh, who's that smoking on my indoor?)
Let's get high tonight
Touch the sky tonight
High

minute you'll be floating you'll be high
Third minute you'll go crazy in ya' mind
By the fourth minute you might strip to your behind
By the fifth