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you scream
Hard times won’t gon last I went on a spree, the way the shots passed I know cuz was watching me
Do the dash now I’m only copping foreign

Big shit, big shit
Big shit, big shit
Big shit, big shit
Big clips and hallow tips
Big bliks
Big sticks
Never let a nigga run you over talk that big

spinnin
By the way she lookin at me tonight I'm gonna be sinnin
By the way she touching on me tonight I'm gonna be winnin
By the way she suckin on me got me

bitch tryin bone
Cuz she seen I had them stacy adams on
Red bottom toes all in my zone
Boosie Badazz wipe me down I'm on
Sip on the crown cuz I'm living

past it
All the drugs numb the sad shit
Wit the things I was coping wit
I'm tryna get over it
If I got some drink I'm pouring it
They don't know about

Do That Thing

Lil' Kim

You Got Served

2003

one
Or two, or three, five, six, seven if you leave it up to me
I'm down to get down wit cha
Wiggley, Jiggley, turn it all around would ya uhh ohh

pox
I be whippin' rocks
Fiends and me, they sniffin' rocks

I'm a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don't crash, do the dash in a NASCAR
Aye, really is a fast

Somebody Like Me

Silkk the Shocker

Made Mann [Clean]

1999

[Silk]
For real, I know we from different sides and all
And I ain't even goin' lie, I'm a thug
But I got a question for you
Could you see

just how to act 
He told his friends 
My bitch is cold
So now he up’n the pole 
I’m a 5 star winner 
50 woods 
We mobbin in a sprinter 
I’m wit my nigga

stammer
Release a rap wit some grammar

I swish it full net no basket
I'm a walk-in skeleton rappin
Bar for bar causin ratchet
Lay me down in a casket

the shadiest (no)
Brim used to tax us for the Gerber's on a Sunday
Sucker got hit, I think he died on a Monday
Fred Durst, bitch, I'm limpin', get hit wit

I’m riding around wit dis drakey ya 
Wit u me u kno there ain’t no safety ya 
I blame on the pills that i’m taking ya
Got me a few that i’m lacin ya

runnin' these laps
Now all year I'm in a new bag, now all year gotta get new cash
S-s-s-s-s-s, slappin' her ass
I really had to go run it up, I really had

Think It Over

Paul Anka

Goodnight My Love

1969

Think it over, what you've just said
Think it over in your pretty little head
Are you sure think I'm not the one,
Is your love real or only fun?

Think it over what you just said

Think it over in your pretty little head

Are you sure that I?m not the one?

Is your love real or only fun?

You

for distraction
Passion for all this rapping
Clashing wit all they fashion
Even though I'm relaxin
You neva gone catch me lackin
They try to limit me

and meat on the racks
You're fentanyls all over,
Where the shit fit in that?
Drugs are fucking flowing, while global supplies fall flat
I'll show you how I

yeah
Yeah, back and back when by the time I get high, get sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
I need one all the time, not again, never get ahead of me
And I'm

(Pull up Tay) go get 'em

Old school Chevy, brand new motor
Fuck that bitch raw, she expect in October
I think it's a setup if she say come over
I'm

I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin

right there, you my constellation
If you leave me, I might go crazy
So I'm gone keep you by my side, cause babygirl yeah we both crazy
And please don't

niggas that hop out wit pistols
You either gone die or you giving it up

Give that shit up or they gone come take it
Hand that shit over or you gone get

(what up)
Niggas snakes son you should keep ya distance (fuck em)
I'm all about my bread, my dough, my biscuits
Ball in my hand, tryna dodge err hit sticc

live the shit that y'all saying
Doing shit for clout we in and out now y'all famous
Same way that I came in it the same way that I'm going out
Except wit