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getting all of my time
I'm a solo rider baby that's my style
Soon as I get it painted black I might need a strap
Cause in the wicked westside it's on like

out was Ben 10 and Fredrick Givens
Everybody that come around take my style and try to steal it
Knowin' that I make Mazi smile, I don't bow down, I'm

What's That? (Que Eso?)

De La Soul

The Piece Maker

2000

arroz amarillo
Yo soy suave viejito, campeon nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo
Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by

This Could Be Anywhere

Dead Kennedys

Frankenchrist

1985

Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses
Of the long gone age of privacy

It takes a scary kind

Gone Delirious

Lil' Kim

Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories

2002

got (I got you)
And I'ma give it to you raw whether you like it or not
Like it's my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle

late smokin lots of potent
My style ferocious
This is the omen
We out here ridin
But, we ain't from Oakland
Fuck 'em, no Trojan
Coasting past these lots

wife
Twice the man that you’ll ever be, raised with the recipe
Rest in peace to my grandmother Beverly
It’s that champion style bloodline, I’m just fine

back of my rav4
Pull up, hop out, they all grippin 44s
No thug shit my niggas got plugs bitch
When I'm dead and gone put some
Acid all up in my casket

Rough Cut

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword [Clean]

2002

every last one of 'em

It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my

believe what it cost
I had to stop by Bubba's
Get a brand new exhaust
Man, my shit so loud

It be settin' off alarms
When you find a whip like this
You

Intrigued

Das EFX

Back in Business

1997

the tale of that bronx shit
Call me sonny, with pounds of money
Bringing raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say mister, when you introduce me

track
And not look back
With my napsack
I'll jump into the black

No time to stop
No time to stop
No time to stop
Be the scenery going by

Let's Play House

Warren G

Doggy Bag

2012

on the living room floor
Is ya wit it? I promise I won't kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should I kill it? Never! Yes

See back in the day when we used

So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeah

I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope

Ruff Ryders Anthem [Remix]

DMX

The Professional

1998

rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I

for a while, look, my style is anonymous (Anonymous)
Pound for a pound of piff, smile cuz I'm drownin' it
You's a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits

to my pubes

Doppelgang, black man white man be like
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
It’s the short man, hype man with no hype
Man be like
La, la, la,

levitate when I elevate
My mind, in the lovely place called the Golden State
By way of LA but yo! Just wait
Who else could I be but emcee ELIMN8
Here

and humble way
I'm a gambling man by nature
Pissed my money all away

Old Black Coat's outside knocking
He's unlocking my front door
His hour glass has run

the howl
Free the owl my own grave digger
I feel unsafe inside my body maybe I'm just traumatized
Woke up with a black eyed blonde bitch and you know she

the settings
I ain't wanna get it at first, but now I get it
My momma passed for ten years I couldn't shake it
I'm a black hole 'cause of these choices I been

and gown
Uh, groovy style
No Black & Mild, just weed and brews
Weed and brews movie shoes just the two
That’s the peace black Hippy
Peace

Bruises on my knees won't pray any longer
Sneaking out, quiet, lone & somber
Murder on my mind, got not time to wander
Pretty face, fire from hell I

"None of that's true" 
We do it not you 
That' why I got you 
Stuck on 
To my style like glue! 
The crew 
Definitely is back again 
But I'm