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Man are like yo I just buss mine
So it's only right you burst yours
I’m a leader not a follower
I’m a need at least a reason to body ya
In defense

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

You be tryna play shit cool
I watch your eyes, you undress her
And when we be chilling by that pool
New bikini's on, trying to impress her
You and me

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

gotta do exposed a whole lot of you
Scarred up broken down froze all your particles 
Spartacus cold hearted artist in a bad mood
Mad at the f ing world

silent in person, that's right?
Stop talking down on the things that I do
All of y'all boring, y'all lazy, that's true
No one likes people that are simply

a passport for my brain, my mind travels
You don't know who's a snake 'til after they attack you
How do you identify 'em not all snakes rattle
Savages on DVD's

for Hip Hop artists
Sip the Merlot grip a darling
Darling you in the game I'm balling
No I ain't your man from Harlem Joe
I'm on a roll of margarine no

Soul by the Pound

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

all these dance tracks 
I'm hearin' rap from Anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks 
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter 
When we

Off the chain like Django on
Your toes like tango rap so sweet
These niggas get mixed with mango
Take yo’ M-utha F-uckin’
Slow flow won't rush ours

obese, I won't stop man I just keep eatin'
Deer meat let's feast, dear Lord I thank you for this beef
Deer meat let's feast, oh Lord thank you for this

style bringing harm to your set,
I’m working off steam all these passionate checks 
While they lurking on me 
Trynna see the things I seen
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D

you don't know me like that
DVD player for all of your smack
Breaking the tension with tales of the pad
Blowing your mind with every track
Taking my

Clubbin

Marques Houston

MH

2003

man, Joe can
But you and your friend can both get rammed like uhh
You's a private dancer
Low riders, when she walk pulling her pants up

Its all

power and his magnitude
All I thought was it was 'bout to be on
But I never guessed that I was 'bout to be wrong
We encountered some things, maybe we

on tour 
and you went on one of your own 
and while you was on the horn all day, with old boy 
did you ever think about what it would do to your home

We All Die One Day

Eminem

Cheers

2003

real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime

Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no (hell no)
But I won't

As real they come 
Do my thing 
If you cross me once, no going back 
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima

to dodge all the traffic I got on your ass
I promise you won't make it no sir no way
Got an eighteen wheeler in every lane
And they're bumper to bumper going

Finna do nigga

Murder at it's best
This is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse
Even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready

Everyday All Day

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track

And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know

Mix check
One two

shit your man won't with-stand (nigga!)
I make the hood like V.I.P.
Now you can't even get in without a wrist-band
I'm just, bland
Learn when you walk