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mix and match
My hat by elevate
This girl i got attached
Ignoring all the hate
I'm Talking only facts
I been pushing myself
To get what I want
And if

in my head (yeah, yeah)
All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)
Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)
I've

Iron Man

Sir Mix-A-Lot

On the Rap Tip

1989

money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man

(You know what I want to hear)

[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink

How you ever doubt a young nigga like me?
You know I got the sound, I hold the lock and the key
I don't want to answer when you hit me up for

rapping off my ass just for a dub
Fuck that I got to dip
Can't be chasing clout if you the shit
Got the bitches doubting I'm gonna be legit
Bitch now I'm

And the hooks you hear
These new rappers
Not much different from slave masters
Enslave ya ears
Telling you what they want to hear
And y'all just deers in

asses, I got a casket, for all of you bastards
Nigga what's happening, heard you was crashing
Stop all that acting, you moving all backwards
Want

the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you

Mix everything I've wanted
With everything you are
I choose a life surrounded by love
You're the moon around my soul
We won't ever be alone, alone

Thug Love

Fat Joe

Up Close and Personal

2001

[L-Burna hook: repeat 2X] 
Thug love, thug love 
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove 
Thug love, thug love 
All she ever wanted was that

mangle ya, strangle ya and then maw ya
This goes for you and you and you and all ya
Make the mistake and I'm breakin your jaw
So don't ever dare violate

Mr. Bill Collector

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em
Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check

at
I was tryna make moves, you would dub that
Broke, you just blew ya last dollar on a dub sack
How you feelin'?
From check to check, oh that's how you

tryna gas I'm tryna be lowkey
So when you see me then go the other way
I ain't antisocial its jus ion like to play
When I used to want a mix I used to hit

Hot Boys and Girls

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

nigga, I'm the realest nigga 

That you ever want to meet when you walking on the street 

I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the nike's on your feet

loose
Drink more vodka mix with the juice
Excuse me beautiful ain't tryna be rude
But I want to get you back to my hotel bedroom
Oooouuuu
Give you

fake shit
This is all for you
All for you you 

And I'm confused more than ever
I done gave you all of me and you ain't never seeing better
And my heart

me some booze
But I want money and property, yeah
So I can cop me more shoes
If you don't talk to me properly
I'm breaking cycles built by all this

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got

it
Control yo mind
Dont let em break it
You can do it
Know that shit get hard
You do your part
You act your role
You play your cards
If they ever give

Don't need a co-sign
From her on out it's all dubs
I'm at the goal line
Young rich nigga
Penthouse views see the coastline
Versace couch when I lounge

from the side
Bitch you know I ain't gonna worry
It's all by design
Gotta bitch that love my dick
But
She don't eat no swine
Gotta keep it ninety-nine

You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I

ya
You want smoke but can't fit the criteria
Said it's up now your moms gotta burry ya
Ever seen a dead body like ain't nothing scarier
We get up close