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gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me

Here We Are/Go Kill 'em

Tha Dogg Pound

Dillinger & Young Gotti

2001

the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life
Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
Or die when your bitch ass death

Yo Black

Ultramagnetic MC's

The Four Horsemen

1993

Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin

the goddamn world
nanana (Repeat)

(Here we go) knocked down my clock radio
so i could get my piece of the say so
(first row) tickets to the blow by blow

music playing loud
I'm Pharell Happy let the problems walk out
Heading to the radio I got angels by my side
Love surrounds me everywhere, DJ please no

you got fans, but one mans trash is another's treasure
So what you measure im sure is a dump in the grass
Radio is force to play you cuz they dumpin

Momma couldn't cop me the forces now my checks right
Nike clothes from overseas living my best life
They look at the gear say man you ill working a stick

be what you want, boa I'm leaving and well
We'll see how i feel when i sit and just dwell
Crazy just to think, I'm getting judged by some Christians

your neck you get slapped
Radio (gunshot) the hip hop star
I got a big Glock par and the clips on y'all
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
They're

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it

know we the ones who finna risk it all
Could never be a champion all by yourself
Fucking with some shit that used to lead me wrong 
Wonder why I didn’t

strapped with a tool
I was major payne with that
Si check yea thats right
Staten Island crazy rep
Learned to seal that water up like a fuckin' navy vet
Crazy

Last nigga was on that block he drop now name the block his
28 to 56 go check the score we on sum shit
I do hits all by my lonely so I know I score sum

Heaven on the street
Lying on the beach
A big figure for me
Might be what we need

You see leave
But do not bleed
Stay but do not break
Write and give away

big things" (been waiting on me)
I got to bitch names Dawn I be in her crack early
She got to sister name Twilight she stay putting me in my zone (now

Yuhh
Flow 760
Free Style Check it
I ain't making music for no muthafucking radio
I be making music for them sub woofers and stereos
That ride around

to keep me company)
(So lets go head' and hit that rewind button)
(On the VHS of l-i-f-e)
(Go back to simpler times you know)
Yeah yeah
Yo
(Forreal)

Check

can't get past
And think about the men that was put in my path
The wrath of the mob
Gets quiet by the rod
Or feed em credit cards open access to g.o.d.

they big checks
So they profit of the youth
That's dying in the streets
And say fuck the kid mother
Crying in her in her sleep
That's wetting up

This day I woke up in time
To catch Tyrone spreadin’ leaves
Peeped out 'f' the window - wow
The weather is a bliss

None big things \\ not much -ish

and the power that we serve, they devour
Never learn from the cowards who don't work by the hour like
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Rock with us, come on
Fuck

I go with the tide. Can you swim?
I'm more than your radio hit
I'm your big star
Orbit
Imma really get it how I live
Tell me if you run the ship
Do

need Duke Orange on all the seats
With a window sticker that just says
"My name's on this fuckin' title
But not in your pocket, man"
I don't need no Big

So don't give us no radio
These niggas be petty so, I stay in my lane
I'm minding my own business
Conversation ain't about no money
Then I on Cordon,