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Night the City Cried

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

Hill project was your outlet
You was a target
Or organized outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hit man to kill you

Lipstick

Jedward

Eurovision Song Contest: Düsseldorf 2011

2011

You say you're on it but you just don't know
You're spending money like you're on death row
You must have been mis-educated
By all the guys that

every time
Diamonds blue, Carolina shinin' every time
Top off while we smoke the weed up
Diamonds shine like cop cars by the P's
Hit it once and I'ma

Gunpowder on my fingertips
Cocaine between my fingernails look, mama
What Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
Ain't got no vest, protected by these

My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.

Aristocrats. Politicking daily with diplomats
I had visions by 26, I could be living that
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back

said we are being chased by the boys in blue
Adam's with me and we know what to do
We'll meet up with Xain and Eggsy by the Baneswell Express
Then we can

nigga, I told him, "Don't judge a book by its cover"
The whole of my hood know that I'm thorough
If they're not with me, probably a fuck up
Fuck it, hit

album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's

put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree

Got Ur Self A...

Nas

Stillmatic

2001

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

My President

Nas

The Recession [Clean]

2008

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you

FN should give me and this nigga an endorsement

Yea, we in this bitch
Passin' blunts like the three man weave
Hit my peace, shift the weed

take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

My first album had no
Famous guest

ain't no town
In the world
That can sound like this (This)
She wanna kick it into drive
She wanna move forward on with her life
Fast cars, fast life

we’re truly on the run
Passports, fake IDs, money and guns
We hit a motel in the middle of the night
Gotta get some rest before we leave again at first

cars
To go with my mansions 'cause I’m headed to Mars
And on the way gonna stop on the Moon for a bit
'Cause I got me a base and you wanna see it
And you

Got the boy's in my car
And only half a tank of fuel, she'll get me far
Cold day in Canberra, heat on blast
Only got 4 points, I can't go too fast
Me

I'm faded I'm free
Yo girl be watching me
I ball I stunt
Exotic weed in my blunt
My car is stupid
My style stupendous
You haterz are just foolish
Sit

on my own
Tell by the way I'm walking I'm stunting my 03 Corolla a throne
Cash in the car and there's glitter all around me
I was dripping hard before

I throw them fours up
Smoke up all the weed put it out and roll a roach blunt
Me and my niggas all strapped like car seats
Stand too close and get

the whip then i pass my boy the gun
Hit you once and then you done we got bullets clipping lungs
50 Rounds in choppas got you scared right from the drum
If

She get in she so amazed by all da buttons in my car
I speed off prolly swing dis bitch she screamin oh my god
She keep saying make a wish bitch

got hit by a car, but I'm healing my nigga
Like a brick, I am hard, are you feeling me, nigga
I get sick in my heart when Im seeing nigga
Like, no

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