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is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

Passing/driving by for me and you 
Wonder where the

/ speeding headlights/ racing/ fading headlights/passing headlights/ hidden headlights/ changing headlights/

East Coast [Remix]

Snoop Dogg

Still Striving

2017

dick
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his

Just Like Candy

Eightball & MJG

Suave House: The Album of the Year

1997

of Nikes 
As I strike, out the door, to my superb 
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird 
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat 
You can tell

too small to see

Since I’m made to hear your story 
Since you caterwauled it for me 
More and more and 
A thousand times is not enough 

I understand

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a flirt

Soon as I see her walk up in the club
I'm a flirt winking eyes at me when I
Roll up on them dubs, i'm a flirt

waitin
Botched robbery I lost 3 of my niggas
2nd verse is my questions for niggas that's pullin triggers
Now every week another man dying
I'm getting

me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur

throw a party
For everyone of y'all who stuck by me

You said you were the one to stop me
Where you at now, you never could harm me
I'm still searching

on it
That shit is a dub man that bitch for the streets
Down on her knees she ain't losing no balance
She end in a split so you know that she valid
We had

The City Is Mine

Blackstreet

The Best of Black '98

1999

them pies
I'm taking this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, wasted
Asking my dog for

The City Is Mine

Jay-Z

In My Lifetime, Vol. 1

1997

them pies
I'm taking this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, wasted
Asking my dog for

let my fins grow
Too busy with the project
Homies hit me where you is bro
I'ma give myself some time to breathe
But not enough to let em catch me slip

ayy

I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist

that were close
But went ghost, they went phantom
So hit me when you man up
I got enough stride now for all of us
My drive full of talent like a tour bus

appeal is illegal
You're creepy is what you're told

Play the role of a wise sexless beast
Half a brain left late for the feast
Sit in the back while

You know what the saddest thing is?
This started off so so beautiful
And now look
Disastrous, Haha
Why you mad at me for
Tryna balance like see-saw

is Babe Ruth

The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino"

I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day

I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

I

so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'

I'm feeling fine
But the night is drawing nigh
Which means a burdens coming soon enough I need to find an alibi
I hate how I feel
And the night will

sweat
Promises, and empty threat
New thoughts, devoured by old
Disobedient, do what's told
Regrets, but done is done
Pain that gives, but soon is gone

niggas on isn’t for me
So I’m living with action
Write these words with some passion
How good is the loving
When there ain’t no attraction
If I’m ever gone

?
I show you my feelings heart on my sleeve 
Got my girl beside me she down to ride 
Keep it real forever stay by my side

N*ggas ain't got facts enough