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bout to blow ticking time bomb shit
In my spaceship bout to fly by a bitch
Take em high get em higher now
You take em high we get em higher now
If that

the listener's face ugly
I learned from B.I.G. on how to get the girls to love me
I was taught by Jigga to rap like there's no one above me

Nip and Pac taught me

know you not 'bout to Showout
Cause I'll get my Hitman to Holla at you
(And I'll knock him the fuck out)
(I'll knock him the fuck out)
You know what's up

you I got traded by my homies
If it ain't money, it ain't for me
If you play around wit my family
It'll get ugly
Say you loyal but you lying to my face

While my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever trippin' 'bout the lack of company
'Cause honestly I'm sittin' here

I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one

always need you by my side, the feeling is so lovely,
And everything between the times I’m seeing you is ugly,
But when I see you ‘gain bae, you make it

out the mud, it won't be no surprise
Leave my mark on the game, yeah I'm tryna vandalize
You know we get up hungry for that money each and every day

head mane am talking bout jaws 
I fall down i get up and dust off a little 
Teeth marks on my tung cause this life's a riddle 
Everyday is a struggle

Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

block
Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the slug 
But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug
Can't get no respect, well

Respect Us

Juvenile

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Y'all better call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne

Uh, killa killa where you been
I was laying low making plans for revenge
Mark ass nigga set me back over 10
But I ain't lose sleep, would a Lion with

really get tough
So stay by my side and just never give up
It can get really ugly
I need reassurance so tell me you love me
And trust me
Please don’t say

hot, boil him in the pot
Brodie, told me chill, shit get ill, plus he off the pill

Thinking bout my son, he the one, I can't get him burned
If he think

a napkin
Stunting with mo carrots than in Dallas baccwards
Before I die I'm tryna get rich bitch
And if I don't I died tryna get rich bitch
Sumin bout dat

Something's Wrong

Young Zee

Disposable Arts

2001

probably 'bout to come wit'
You the opposite of smart feces, get it? Dumb shit
Couldn't give a fuck who you run wit'
Or them niggas you 'bout to go get

mysteriously can't get close
TMs across my verses
You you can't copy this
Flow so fluid watermarks my words
And now my words mark the end my many
But not me see

it
Thinking bout the past but a nigga stay forward
Everything has a price from your wife to your life
You can die by a knife or being nice
Having ice

lone before I let it get ugly
Do nothing for me
Ain't said you owe me
I just wanna feel the way I feel when you hold me
We tote heat in any weather

her around say my phrases, yeah
She telling me bout a baecation
Say we gon get married on a convocation
Bae you know I'm working
Give me time just be

and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous

Joe Budden, Jersey City, New

the Paper Mate to beats, I'm just tryna make my mark
Look how I penned that, look at the material
I ain't into labels, get a deal then I'm killing 'em
Go get

Can't get enough
Of her kisses
I do wrong by her
Then God can
Strike me gone

There was an
Ugly Motherfucker
And his eyes were
Wet and brown
And even

everywhere I'm sick of playing mark
Clowns every turn my worlds a work of art
All I see is eyes but i see no love All I hear is favors asked by the ones
Whose