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Land mine, bomb shell, she supply her own ammo, wo
Caught her on camera, acting candid, she don’t even needa model, wo
Lil mama dancing, like this

the look on ya Face all I needed Was proof hate it or Love pick one of the two regardless Of l what i'm acting a fool still with The gang breaking the rules

we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love


City of Glass

[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world

why does time fly and why we gotta die
Why do they lie I'm all out of love like Air Supply
I'm tired of getting high watching life pass me by
So I'm

originates from love
We exist in so many colors
But we bleed the same blood
And I'm looking for the day
When no more pain is in the air
And no more shame is in

ex-girlfriend and say, "Hey
What's up?"
(Go to Hell) I think she still loves me
Hold up, y'all
My stomach's feelin' bubbly
Jack Rabbit couldn't finish his verse

The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

For My Thugs

Funkmaster Flex

The Tunnel

1999

a fuck niggas."
Both: It's all love niggas

[Amil]
This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas
Supply cookie niggas
Yo I live for

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

cash ain't no joke, joke
This like Facebook; if you air me out, then you get poked, poked

I'm the guy that gets high off supplies that I provide
All

Tater Tot

Talib Kweli

Gutter Rainbows

2011

standin'

A reflex made me grab a cannon out a dyin' man's hand
Then I noticed that a car was runnin'
Sack of guns on the floor plus unmarked bills by

(Weight)

I just fell back in my
Section with a Mexican supply
Take a good look at this counter
All this white shit 'bout to fly
Fresh up out the pot with

(Propositions)
Teaching me lessons that turned into blessings
I know now who loves me and who loves me not
You Demand and I Supply, just make sure you don’t get

that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up

Looking Through the Eye of a Pig

Cypress Hill

IV

1998

and shooting off the scraps
Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fucking rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fucking floor, I

the fog
And You're better than I know

You are all I want, running straight to Your love
Filling up my lungs, I need You more than air
I give You

Ahnnnnn
Check out my grillz you know how it feel
Check out my bitches they looking to Kill
All of my niggas are willing to Kill
Hit by a bullet you

And then you pull away to drive up its worth
Oh, all of your games of supply and demand
That you've been playing
Since our storied rebirth
Don't wanna play

Wasn't even tryna fly
23 degrees and 40 feet up in the air
See we surrounded by the shit
Still we preoccupied
Don't mind if I-
Breathe a little life into

Playground

Bugle

Free the Universe

2013

all

I find out there's no one, no one on playground
So if you fall rise again, don't stay down
Don't you think I'm joking
Knock on the door we open
If

Don't even from the South, sell anything but it's all out here, just to make it
On three parts, I'm dehydrated, Nigga, I'm the highest and I'm most

Rocketship shawty (yeah)
Don't you hesitate to light it up lil' mama
Whoa-oh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (whoa-whoa)

Girl, I love it when you roll me

But I bring my people like cargo
Learned to love my city, I'm stoked
And my sister rips off barcodes
But hates to see man smoke
And I learnt the lesson