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The Champ

Ghostface Killah

Stomp the Yard [Best Buy Exclusive]

2007

and Supreme
Proof and you double deuce in the jeans
My man Snake was on the floor with the mother load both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots

known broads
Pretty well known by my genitalia 
Well they better—not catch feelings as a result of this attraction 
Emotional attachment is the mother

Outta Here

KRS-One

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 2

1994

People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that

the game is all by laws
Code rouge, coda in my brain lord
I belong to the mother hoax!
It's like a sting la liberte
Can't never find it's real home
Time is

First name is still Ed
My middle name is still James
But hold up, wait! Let me pause for the cause
I'm bustin all them suckers that
Be givin up them

tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's

The pain is in my jungle book
It's crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music infused before I

11:35

Mr. Lif

Bazooka Tooth

2003

Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up

Streets

Game

The Black Wallstreet, Vol. 1

2006

[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law, 
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, 
Catch a nigga in these streets

Performed by minneapolis
Composed by sonny t.
M p l(l) s
I used 2 play the gig at archie's bunker
Then I up and joined the jeffersons
I was in a band

Fuck poverty cause
I came from the struggle
Pops in the feds
Raised by a single mother
To be honest
I cant trust em
I really might buss em
If my mind say

the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray

[The Ballad Of Jesse James]

I dreamt I was in heaven

among the angel's gold

feeded by a pleasant hand

that dealt the playing cards

no sorts

Fuck all the glistening I'm on a mission to get it
My kitchen with no pot to piss in
I'm pissed and starved to my stomach
Heart sinking till my ribs

word to my mother
She call you girlfriend in law
Cause I be hitting it raw
Leaving you in awe
With no panties, no bra
I took you to the spa
Happy endings

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

that's leaving nerds and G's destroyed
Hard in the paint, don't block my rim
You pussy's got the juice, you prostitutes
With all that fuck shit that you

the Yukon Territory
Or the biggest least caring city in the world
Or your mother in law's soul
Life's getting in the way
Why is it going this way?
Every day,

way back
I'm on the wave, yeah I'm like a durag
Counting all these blue bills, I put them in my blue bag
I'm cripping
Like Lebron James, I be dishing
In

treating you right
And Fck how they rolling the dice
See How they did my ppl in the mother land
Spiritual to be compelled in their vice Im with my Indian

an out of body experience 
Cutting corners like I'm trimming women in my mother's car
Getting faded had way Too many brushes with the law 
With the Same

Chat off yo ass, you got me fucked up
You say you up a cutter
I-I-I-I-I can't believe a boy who still gets rocked up by his mother,
Slice my way into

about a mother who rides the blue line at 6
Gets off every morning at the Imperial station
Is a nurse who loves her son even still
Held him in a light

James wig. 

There he is clear as day in my memory 
Laying on the grass in the breeze
High on acid, telling me jokes
Under the poplar trees
I remember it