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housing 
Browsing, browsing 
I was always browsing 
Now I buy the outfit 
Check is never bouncing 
Loud by the ounces
Codeine got me drowsy 
Please proceed

heart had been stolen in spite of me-self
In lust if not love in spite of me-self
Marina hit the waves

Cresting the waves was marina 
Her face of fine

station ventilation's bad
Enough before shit hit's the fans
Now I'm the mystery man
My mind's blank I think
I've slipped into delirium
What role did I play

Silence in the trap like (aye)
Crack music
Fiends hit the wop
When my shipment drop
I
Put fire to it like the grill is out
Straight fluid skip the rocks
Kid

so I swam like a dolphin
I understand your pops ran on his offspring
Fam with me, gang not the man for the bullshit
Mama wanna see me spoil it
This

doing this once
Your beard's weird why you yelling' at the mic
Ben just hit me on text
Last night I listen your diss track

Wait you dissing me I'm

butt naked popping on the gram
Hit Turks when I need a tan
God-like power in these hands
Think I need you? Man, be for real
Pat Maholmes way I see

off me

Shut da fuck up,  when ya hear a boss speak

Hit on ya family, Reapa leavem all sleep

Fuck if she pregnant nigga, kill his offspring

Surgical,

You're a blessin in disguise
Got me lookin up
Mother of my offspring
Got this money jumpin up
Money in the air playin double dutch
Got a lot

hits
you'll come to mess me up again.
How could I mistake
such hell with kind warmth?

Cuz you burnt the fields
and I was left to ashes.
Not knowing if d

Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit

Act II: T.I.

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car

well
We are some partying mothafuckas"

Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick

by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot

1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with

I'm Still #1

Cypress Hill

In tha Beginning...There Was Rap

1997

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type

I'm Still #1

Boogie Down Productions

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style

You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you

This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost

Public Service Announcement (Interlude)

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with

it stops
Mindful of the building walls by the boulders and rocks
Aftershocks
2017, 2022, next hit could slow the earth's spin and break a levee too
Got