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Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble
Up and down the court
Just like I'm the king on the microphone
So is Dr j and Moses Malone

The Fat

Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down, take your wig off
Let me see your bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, your pictures

do i stay
do i go
do i cool it
do i blow
blow a fuse
burn it down
step right in
turn around
here to go
reckoning
there's a finger
beckoning
this is me

signs passing by
And the faster that they come at me the more I gotta try

Chorus

Slow down
Let go
Breathe it in, go with the flow
Put a pause on want it

passing by
And the faster that they come at me the more I gotta try

Chorus
Slow down
Let go
Breathe it in, go with the flow
Put the pause on want it all

I must confess
I've been obsessed
With the wrong check
My engine light is gleaming
Burned down the rest
Give me no stress
When I walk in
I need it

Ugly, broke me, can't be, not me
Ugly, broke me, can't be, not me

Fire from my right arm, bodies not mine,
you're going down, fuck, down
Where you

But I guess that’s how life go
Walkin wit my head down because I know this shit ain’t right bro
Uncie told me never switch so I stay posted like a light

to the work?
‘Cause it's about to blow up up in this Earth

They try to take me down, I murder them
They try to hold me back, I slaughter them
They try to stop

view
Stagnation got me confused
Get the lead locked up
The scene finna blow up
Spreading ammunition
Now get ready to accelerate
Move on move on in a hell

by surprise now
Aye yeah, blow him down, aye
Yeah we goin’ Shoot him down aye, yeah, oh
(beat switch)

Backwards on roof midnight
We so fucking high

Banks Victory

G-Unit

No Mercy No Fear

2002

clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy

Banks Victory

50 Cent

Greatest Street Hitz

clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy

more 
Blowing dro in the wind 
Like I'm Trick and Cee-Lo

I was walking down the path
By my lonely 
4-4 on me 
So please don't approach 
If you don't

niggas be talking down on me like I'm not about my shit
Nigga I'm next up, you mind as well get me a chain and a brand new fit
All my lyrics hit
Rhymes so

she telling me she "feeling the kid"
Ain't been myself in some months, I just ain't been sayin' shit
Gon' go down the realist, the most solid it get
She

that I would cope with
Been backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
As far as rap I'm not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with

Rolling down the center field, I told you put your heart aside 
Im rolling down the center green, Im blinded by the light
Oh I'll be at the swimming

You know I build you up 
Only for you to let me down 
You know I build you up 
But something up in you 
Hard to love 

Found a man that give you

public
Behind closed doors, I'm crying
I'm finna drown in my tears
Finding ways through the problems

No drip
We was dressed in hand me downs
Keep your

Down for the Count

Xzibit

Reflection Eternal

2000

One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old

two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school

The Big Noise from Winnetka

Bob Crosby

Stomp Off, Let's Go!

1992

exterior. 
But fortunately, just as I was about to rush down the path 
To repectability and righteousness, 
A wee small voice called out to me in the night

wey no want to see you smile
Dem fit blow their grammar even hala, I go hold you down
Call on me
Girl you know that I'm your person
Call on me
I don't