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with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never

I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do,

ya write clean
Make a hit so maybe then you can display ya ideas
Fuck a hit my throw aways could make a classic tape
Rapping I stole from Pac

all I do is chief 
And facts are all I 'finna speak
Kai ain't got no filter, no
Cuz my brain it got a leak
I'm a freak! I'm a geek
Album only took

How I'm Comin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.

them Thangs By the car load
Whole lotta pain I pour This henny For my sorrows
Hit a bitch forget Her name By tomorrow
Niggas flexing with A fit That they

[Angie Martinez] Oh!

[Sacario]
I don't think y'all ready [Angie Martinez Laughing]
It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys

Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I

Southern Hospitality

Mr. Quikk

Murda Murda

2001

'bows)

Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by

time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being

that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album

Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that

When you hear it

and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just

boys
I ont have any bars, but let me hop in this car
And hit the town to try and show em how I'm litty boys
That's not gon get it done
Don't get it

By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising

walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for

stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh

Imma king, call me Chris Webber
I ain't even know the bitch, my album cover on her header
I drive my car down the road, ya boy a bike peddler
Even tho my

right
Yeah, just bounce to this
Ya favorite rapper’s dope ‘cause he’s counterfeit
He don’t amount to shit, I’m in a house of bricks
Grabbed the bull by

*drip**drip*, thats how the flow sounds

Go slow, otherwise you'll get a jump scare
Now you know, the reason that the speed bump's there
Oh no, hit the gas, car

I've been gone
539 days it's been long
I got game and I got bars
I swerve around and I crash cars
On the way to school I don't hit pause
Keep

By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself

Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album

chew so here's a piece of my mind//
You a lame for the juice and you shook/
You Walk the walk for industry plays, turning more Fruit by the foot//
Hot

I don't tell these stories that these other men do
Life is a bitch that's word to Az
First album made me fall in love with rap was Blueprint by Jay-Z