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above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

That boy off the heat rack
That's why they stay on my back
I'm nothin' less than great, Don't doubt me boy
I hustle hard like I'm late, Don't doubt me

Why you always gotta go and treat me like I'm nothing
You won't even give me a chance to show you that I'm something
Let me come out of my shell
You

up on the outside no more beddin
Because i said good riddance
And kicked you out so senseless
But karma comes back everytime we get offended
I'm callin

Blunt Ashes

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2006

fly past me?
I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? (Did I?)
Anything else you wanna know, just wanna ask me

Sam trusted Womack with

comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team

[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]

[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch! 
(Throw me that fire!) 
We creepin' in, too, baby! 
(We got 5

of the juana, you know I wanna, do dirty things in the back of a sauna, i'm on it again inspiration flowin freely, if you need that mane you can come see me, NAH

Not a remix, it's a 3G mix, oh
Look, she gave me a blowjob
I got hired to come and blow her back out
I came in with no prob

When I got deep up in it

back to this mission
This chapter one the beginning
My kingdom come and we kill it
Freeing our sons from that sickness
Feeded to them by them bridges

bitch you fuck her
OK? We only got one life to live
You hear me? You come here, soldier
You come here! Don't make me grab you by
The neck i want you - you

Game Still Recognize Game

Coo Coo Cal

Walkin' Dead

1999

I come two quarters slip 'n fall 
Besides I gotta gang a trunks 
backin me up with pumps, and they all ball 
I kinda want to mention names 
Just

to Brizzy like whoa, and I'm into your soul
I put it down with class, give you more than your last
for sho' I love the way you throw it back
infatuated by

blank range take em Out by myself 
So i aint got no need for backup

Gunning for me, NO point blank 
You a toy soldier bitch I'm the tank
Don't come for

brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit

better single
Imma going lose my words
Comes from my district
Ninty one zero eighty
Trapgame introduced the
Remix of she like it
Yes my heart is kept
By

back
Never forget bout where you come from I can not turn my back
C the look up on her face when I say momma I'm back

I turned something into nothing

Who in the F***

MC Ren

Ruthless for Life

1998

black ass 
Down to the south 
Bitches want to fuck me 
While I'm in the Suave House 
Nigga, who in the fuck 
Want to come and represent? 
Oh, I know

and Amiri the jeans(Ice)
Talk about me and it come with a beam(damn)

Spin on yo block and i kick down the door(shit)
Been with the shit and i’m pourin

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Thing a Week One

2006

for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock kneed bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get up, get out, and get something… what are you waiting for?
And you already know I’m

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with

the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with