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Im off this lean and the mdma
I hit your hoe and now she my main
I'm off this lean and the mdma
I hit your hoe and now she my main
I'm pulling out

drop the tape I'll start my own kind of crisis
Hit up every studio when I get my license

I had to make hell a sacrifices
Dropped out of school just

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

I got shade under my eyes
Like im running a blitz
Your qb is getting sacked
My sacks actually hit
Yo Hit me
Dis twenty one jack
Got me downing

that royalty line 
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine 

Heaven rock with me, holler up to Pop, don’t stop with me
Hit the block, sure shot,

Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm

Yeah
Look
Take a lil minute
Just to roll one and hit it (huh)
Find a lil spot
Outskirts no limit (huh)
Flame to the game
Talkin' tithes I give it

let me know 
Let me know
Hit the brakes, stop, all this pressure holds you down
Take a moment to relax and I can show you 'round
You let me know
Let me

hit
Like bratttt!

Tongue slip
I will bite back
Don't bitch
I'll bitch right back
(watch this)

Gallery statement
Word salad displayment
Thousand worth

me know
Let me know, let me know, you let me know 
Let me know
Hit the brakes, stop, all this pressure holds you down
Take a moment to relax and I can

all, I'm out of use

I'm a bit out of tune
You can't get out of you

With the golden giraffe eating golden teachers by the lake

We just hit up lakes,

the past, I'll go see every chick I hit it at Vetro
But shit, what do I know? I can't revenge yesterday
After a while, shit, we made amends yesterday
But now

at forti nem he know he fake but that nigga ain't telling the truth(pussy)
He pull up when we talk about hoes but he ain't pull up for my album shoot
Aye why

Color Blind

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

'cause the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'll drive you crazy

Alright, yeah (ooh)

The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as fuck
They say I'm just too

Color Blind

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip

So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set

on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album

and audits
We bored wit ch-ya
Quick to hit ya
With the war whip
Scripture mister Forbes list
A bigger figure from a poor nigga
A lot of y'all names I

the women they wanna dance and frolic
You was a winner well now the grands in pockets
Now you get rants and audits
We bored wit ch-ya
Quick to hit ya

Got Ur Self A...

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B

2002

take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest

a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!

Lost Highway

Bon Jovi

Lost Highway Concert [Bonus Tracks]

2007

Life changes like the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (Drive, drive)
Watching white lines passing by
With

Remember Me

Z-Ro

Kings of the South

2005

the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs

The Main Event

Paul Wall

The Main Event

'Fit fresher than some Sunday morning breakfast
We gotta do it big, 'cause b-tch we from Texas
Foreign cars, get your foreign hoes on your team (what?)