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Rocking all night long I gotta go hard
Every single time on the track
My jams can never be wack
I'm inspired by all the best rappers
The best producers man,

twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like

Take Me Home

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

(boom)
I used to send violent j to his room (whut?!)
when I bust this funky style
my money stacks up over miles
now I think i'll pass the mic
to another

dangerous
Niggas ain't playin' son, come round here shining its the timing
When things get violent, eyelids violet, whenever they violate
That's why my style

Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go

bounce, bounce
Give it to you Luke style, we gon' pull up at Snoop house
Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high
Now you're starstruck, kinda

the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around

the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around

the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around

homies
She gat styles
Little goldie
She got loved
By my homies
Yeah
Gat me really thinking of the rolly rolly
Remember those times you where falling for me

Tik Tok
Rotated round Mars I've been higher up than Ching Chong
Y'all Can't ever get Fly Like Me
Y'all Can't ever get Fly As Me
AP on Da wrist & these

Heard you pulled up with yo lil friends
And I heard she don't got Instagram
Man that shit sound like a plan
Hoe love my style, Hoe love my pants

tell me what you want
Drop top on em no h**
By far no phenomenon
Trap sa better then your wrong
We tap all upon daylong
Best slap all up in the mind
Keys

with hate
I keep my groggy eye open out the gate
Strictly 20-20 vision
Watching date-line for 48 hours straight
Psycho'ed up in your shower by your mate

In lovin' memory, R.I.P., he took the whole round
808, this bitch be stressin' me, I might need the whole pound

Ayy, I'ma try to speed up, she gon'

this (yea)
Let's get ready to rumble (you know)
Let's get it on
Throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up
Where they at? Where they at?

Round two right, left

the hard knock–way hard for me to feel ashamed
Got em' heart-stopped, hoping they can picture what I frame
I was defined by means, they aint keep up with me

Im finna go crazy go stupid
Yeah
Gotta glock but you know you don't shoot shit
Pew
Pussy nigga you know we don't play round
Haaa
Might just pull up

now, prolly a bit a style
Thinkin' he can come up in the game and he can just change it up
Thinkin' he the ish, gon' stank it up
Sayin' he can rap "Did

Man Down

Mobb Deep

Hell on Earth

1996

you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck?  You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash

thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' 'round the town goin' on seven years
If you 'bout that, nigga, show you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my

on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words

I thank you for puttin' up with me
Physically gone, but your spirit still stuck with me
All the game that you gave me, it's time to apply it
By any

With no beating round the bush
Just go straight to fuckin shit up Curious George
But haven't hit sports mode yet
No Porsche
You really think that's