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Front, Back & Side to Side

Underground Kingz

Front Back Side to Side

1994

real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by

That's just me
Social hourglass
You see
Its run out
Gotta go pee
Just shut up
I want to scream
That's just how
I deal with things
Head to my room
And start

Don’t get yourself added to my list
End up in the abyss
With some cement shoes
I fashioned just for you
 long way to the bottom
With a beautiful view

you prolly should go get your bread up I'm seeing you going out sad for a hoe

Like get shit done ion really like talk
Move round with a whole lot

up in my bag
And now they sayin im the truth
I need 7 figures now
Only smoke it by the pound
Mix the henny with the crown
Shots on me another round
We

You Live at Home With Your Mom

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

{you were perpetratin, you was fake}
[Chorus: repeat 4x]
Spottin fools frontin fly, girls act material
{you live at home with your mom!}
[dr. dooom]

they ain’t shooting by the club later on 
Got the bad bitches tryna back it up 
I don’t fuck with you don’t try to fuck with me dawg 
In a two seater we

then you'll have to get on
Cus I won't be your abomination
Take it from me
How you know what I feel?
Even though
I been through, back and forth
I don

Bang Bang

Dispatch

Gut the Van

2001

kicking it
I picked up the bottle and star sixed it
Kick kick shuffle shuffle back to the beach
With a tune on my lips and my quest in reach
If that

did it by her self there was no sign of dad, I don't mean to move mad I pray to god everynight but he never talks back,
but I ain't mad about it, 
I

started filling me with dread
It come like when your favourite t-shirt has a loose thread
And then you pull on it
How deep does the rabbit hole go
You don

Tongue ammunition stock
I feel it in the way you talk
You should go back to school
Where you were actually cool
I bet they'd bump you up a letter

in the mix
So when I pop out just know that it's Lit

I'm with the MOB this is not a clique
Be with some bloods I be with some crips
Throw up yo shit

Guess who’s back to back and who’s backing

Who’s backing up 

And who’s ducking 

Who’s manning up 

And who’s dashing 

“I’m coming up and that’s

to have beef
I’m the type to go attack in your sleep
And have you crawlin back on your knees, babe
Don’t play these games with me
I’m not the one you want

Waiting
Straight Outta France stand by Your Heart
My Name is Rita smack My Heart Up
You've Lost That Lovely Heart
She Thinks Heart's Sexy
You've Lost That

It's Murda

DMX

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

Niggas don't respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I'm feeling

again 
Okay now I'm listening 
I love the way you fuck me up 
Some may think it's inhumane 

You wanna take me back again 
But I don't wanna be your

to your eyes
Looking up to the cheated numbers of the posts on their site
Going to putting up with these dishonest moves of strangers
For sure, for sure,

how we coming
Had to get up
And I did it by myself
Started focusing on wealth
And my health
I don't need help
I been really chilling
Chilling like

I'ma take it now
Chill out, lay back, don't make a sound
Meet up, you pussy, you flakin' now
Talkin' shit now these lil' niggas hatin' now
Talkin' shit

back, I learned she was a snake
Brother prayin' for me, say the hope I don't get laced
I ain't trippin', it's okay, I don't wanna be here anyway

I get

to fly yo I’ll Take the Trane

The Jazz is to the rap what the drums are to the bass
Mix them up and they’ll take you to an elevated space
That’s why

crush everything that touch
Better trust that this girls on fire
You don't wanna get burnt by the blaze
You don't wanna get stuck in my way
Ain't no