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these nights that I would never forget/
Are now blended with thoughts of heavy regret/
Coming off stage blackout that was a hell of a set/
But

Whole lotta' money I been makin' moves
4 by 4 Jeep with the extended roof
Play with my crew and we breaking the news
Born back in April but I'm not

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation
Put 'em by the basement, bust his chest open
Bash his face

give a damn

(NO) We dont give a f***!

(THEY WcNT US TO)


No I cant turn it down

I think the knob broke

Bumpin' that Jeezy with the bass

I think my

near)
You can take me anywhere
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody (by somebody)
I can deal with the bad nights (ooh)
When I'm with

Fire It Up

Da Brat

Funkdafied

1994

Barbecue, a little weed.
It's some niggas with some bass pounding.
One o'clock is da time to raise.
Take a shower, brush my teeth, and correct my braids.

a tragedy
My boys they know I'm a Boss they treat me respectfully
I cook this track up spice it just like 21 with lemon pepper
Stain you, you don't see

Always with that hatred why you trynna rain on my parade
Yeah I'm surrounded by strangers
And I ain't feeling you energy at all
All they ever did was hate

Riding on the motor scooter
Pissing off the baby boomers
Bass heavy like a tumor

Fuck you y'all so petty with this bullshit 
Rest assured you'll rest for

I was born with broken wings, but I still know how to fly
I've been through a lot of things, you can see it in my eyes
Now I'm counting up these

might need accountants just to count my blessings
That's right, and that's real talk
I'ma leave you all with a real thought
We walk by faith not sight
So

If a nigga was blind to the fact I'd understand why y'all niggas die by the trap
Seems like the only way a nigga up is selling crack, but
This ain't

res exposure
Trained by the OGs to hold my composure
Sacrifice rats and break bread
With the vultures
One for the lifers and peace to my soldiers
One

the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Headliner with a profile, bitch I'm back in my ziplock
Heavy weight in real life, boy I

Funk Radio

Ultramagnetic MC's

Funk Your Head Up

1992

from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love

Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction

Props Over Here

The Beatnuts

Street Level

1994

Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face 

New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew 



[Fashion] 

Hey, you ain't

Better days better ways
Too lazy to make it to today
Flow and sway heavy bass
Killer craze, funky haze
Play by play, rhyme away, filler state
Tell

ccknowledge that you're a FOOL....
->Who got took by this Smooth crook
You're a feather ...[SHOOK]...
...and it's hurricane weather
KNOCKDOWN...
Left-check hook

was not ready
Had my hand to my face, she had my jaw  heavy
She got that crop, top, girl, stop, playin, with, me
Walking closer, now she sitting next

like you snortin 



Lost my homie heavy damn that shit hurt

Lost my homie Josh damn that shit hurt

Burn me up like ashes fuck being in the dirt

could feel ya bass as the tune
I fell in love with you
The two of you had no clue of the things I could do
You were scared - unprepared 
I heard

Frightened by the height
Still gon' make this climb
Been lit off this bullshit
Since I was like seven
Heavy in my mental
Heaven metal weapon
Sh-shooters they

clean)
She on me all day just like a fiend
Like a fiend
Music blasting with the windows rolled down (rolled down)
Bass kicking, yea it be worldwide sounds

Hit you with the bassline
Like a couple k-nines
Bite on sight
Loyalty till the last line
Hybrid of the bass
And the Hip-Hop too
Coming from a place,