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you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still

Falling Down

Supastition

Southernunderground

2003

mall
Walk in the Dollar Store and just let off
Now even the managers body is 50% off!
Hit up Toys are Us and bust my shit
(ratttatat) TRICK LUH DA KIDS

quick
You will end up this verse so disgusted about it
But this is what monsters are capable of
Well where do I begin?
This little kid was force to eat

la la la!
Now we’re pals and Scrooge is happy
Fa la rama, Llama mama sis-boom-bop!
Join the feast and make it snappy
Filla, billa, with vanilla, cherry

a asshole
We are like minds
Asshole
You're and asshole
With potential
They always love you in the end
Right now they hate you
And berate you
Such and asshole

Of an average kid growing up and you realize
"oh, well, the real world is
Here now and, like
I'm broke and I don't have future plans
And I don't know what I'm

Accompaniment to illustrious vibration
The Kick-drum let's the snare pop
That boom-bap makes your head bop
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored

I Ain't Tha 1

N.W.A

Greatest Hits

1996

so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society

Outro

NF

Perception

2017

I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my

the way

Yea I'm fried hard, and so my rhymes are
Drizzle with balsamic glaze, now you got an entree
With delicious bars, we're toking big cigars
Filled

the crowd
Hey kids, it’s dad
I hope you’re doing well
I’m sure you know by now I’ve got one hell of a story to tell
I had no job, not a dollar to my name
But

out in the crowd

Hey kids, it's dad
I hope you're doing well
I'm sure you know by now I've got one hell of a story to tell
I had no job, not a dollar

All my friends are strippers or they rappers now
All my homies are parents or they trapping now 
All of my exes happy without me now
Yes i know

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

on the block 
On the clock
I'll be coming back 
That's how you say it huh?
Girl your little accent is cute 
Are you Jamaican?
But you're Britain 
Now listen
I

to study the game now we coaching the kids
We've been fighting the devil for way too long bro
But sometimes you gotta run until your lungs go
I know fingers

Slippin'

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

I've been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way
And now I know that happy days are

another drought 
By causing you to scream shout while I watch the mass amount 
Of those painful tears soak down deep into the ground

Now before you start

smile
RIP young king, you was doin' ya thing
You made songs that these kids gon' forever sing
Niggas ain't wanna hear Trey Songz on Power singin'
It

I'm that new kid on the block
Making bangers, this heat gon make you bop
2k on the run
And thank for warming my throne niqqa

My old friends cool but

hard
It's like a group of high schoolers
Picking on a little kid
As if this now makes them
All strong and legit

You want to be a cop or a detective

creatures
You're no beast, you're just insane

Sit down Gitta, look around you
Just sit down and I'll explain

NOW SIT

There was a man
And he was happy
He

in my car!

What are you doing?

That was my breakfast

I should be happy she likes a boy
Someone who's friendly
Someone who's well-behaved

of the task
So my kids rich too
Watch em drippin in class
Why you tight for
You are not my girl pussy
I ain't tryna know wassup
If motherfuckers unruly
Homie