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Let the Rhythm Hit 'Em

Eric B. & Rakim

Gangsta Rap [Priority]

1991

a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that

I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.

Lyrics made of lead

and
Get you hit in ya face
Second half y'all owe me won't
Fit in the safe
Talkin' money to me is legit a mistake
My next crib I debate
"Should it be in

Damn I miss you every day to this day 
Nothing's changed 
You still run my mind like when we met
And it won't go away
Miss you and you're never

Dove chocolate onion!
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
When I look up into the sky, all I see
Is the thousands of people that won't miss me

I forgot what... said
It

or at the Waffle House, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And I'ma hit ya phone 'cause shorty we should talk it out

Who knew, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch

spending every penny
Cause I got mines
When I die are you gon' miss me?
Drinking heavy till I'm tipsy
Mix it up until it hit's me and I'm alright
I ain't

bitches
I got you on my line daily that treatment is something different
I can't stress about a nigga
Who ain't gonna hit it
Got her blushing while she

and the cream, caramello, sfogiatella
What? I do it easy
I been mashing work, don't believe me?
Shorty hit my phone she say she need me
Well baby go to shop and by

Can't miss, won't miss, niggas can't do it like this
Everywhere I go so lit, whatever you do your shit
Greenlight caught him riding bitch with his

the s**t
It's Lexi b***h and,
I'm back with a dawl hit
Yeah wassup' 
It's the b***h who can rap
cll these h**s mad 
I'm being chased by the paps
TMZ, X17,

I'm living my life like it's golden
You could never live a life like this
Life, life, li-li-life, life like this
You could never live a life like this

Bring It Back

Trouble

Bring It Back

a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

Bring It Back

Trouble

Fresh for 2018

a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

even follow
Cause I'm going every way
Posted on the gram
Niggas hide they fucking face
But I can't even stress it
So I hit yo bitch for face

Li'l shawty

of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us

Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my

his home
In the field can't jam my pole
In the field cant ditch my bro
And you know
What I meant by that diss
Spin blocks can't let em piss
Throw 5 none

Got my shit on when I jump in the moshpit
We reset your life, we ready to hit-hit
Lil' bitch go to bed, your mama don't miss, miss
I don't want that

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out

on a wave like jet ski
Your ting has big bunda lemme test it
Cos I be getting high, Zoot right by my side
Tryna hit the belly twice, My baby way too nice
She

when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you

my eyes are wide
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern Witch I are
Delightful miss amor, señor señor
Be mine, oh be my art..
I'm gonna make it work, for

Eleven elven make a wish
I wish for a kiss
From the mistress I miss
I miss that bliss
Funny the money is all they want from me
Honest, It's lovely

Queen

Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
Who the fuck

hot
I fucked his Sis
Just mad she got on top
Cause I'm on top
Cause I'm on top
All hits never miss
Stepping on necks
Banging out checks
Fucking