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B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done

Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm

heroes"

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep

album credits

If you open up and look at the cover
You'll see Cop killin' Queens in this mothafucker
And we all represent the Group Home click
L O S T B

rock for the Partridge Family
And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E
And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company
Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry

getting recognized 
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison 
Miracles within him 
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen 
It's like I've been

them off, no Mr.Clean
Man, I wish that my friends could see the things I'm gonna

Used to be a loner, now I'm known by girls as well as mothers
Do it for

silly on the Super
If your chick likes Big Macs
She won't be your Mrs in the future
Watch her legs spread quicker than a rumour
Durex, I ain't getting no

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

to hook checks

Aiyo, what's up, ticket the blows
Plus, jack whoever wanted with us, get slapped up, (UH) let it be known
Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust

path homie
Told my bro's I got an album, I'll be right back homie
When your foot stay on the gas then you might crash homie
I just pray to God that I

I know that kid is gonna cry
Mr. Sche & T-Rock made that album called Vendetta
I was bumping it like crazy productions was the best ever
Had to watch

T in the spliff
Pour 3 in this bitch
Like why he shoot from the hip

Passionate but scandalous
Mr fantastic fabulous
Running through your catalog
Pass

Bounce ta This

Showbiz

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be	-I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black

Yo, DJ
Yo, run that beat by me, bro
Heard you
Uh huh, yeah

What up y'all, pull up to my round table
Where we keep grindin' to be a profound label,

expulsion
It's Coleman, and Mr. Brathwaite, it's Billy Bathgate leave 'em in the back lane
Blaow, how you like me now? I won't stop 'til my wrist worth 90

As of lately I've been struggling to sleep 
Hiding my tears
Envying my pears 
I thought by now I would be out of this sphere
But nothing is clear
I'm inside fear

up
And I better be in yo top five
AintNoTalking going up
Little Einsteins
I'm the billy goat gruff
Lyrically I go nuts
Got bread like cold cuts
Pole

I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo

he ain't livin', what he sayin'
How you havin' so much motion, you can't even help your mans
Every time I hear a beat, I say, be bang', cause that's my

When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring
You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh
(Breath) proceed with caution,

Plus the video blowing up on MTV
When out with wots her name from the R&B group
Journalist's loving that cos they got the scoop
Celebrity A-list I made

I'll Take Her [Acapella]

Ill Al Skratch

I'll Take Her [CD/Vinyl Single]

1994

Mr. Raspy Skratch can't get none

Hey, I be the one with the voice that's raspy
Al Skratch see, gettin' downright nasty
I pass the, girls in my

You Got It

Jodeci

Diary of a Mad Band

1993

Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci 
Let's go

you'll be sussy
My community is classy
And it's growing day by day
Getting stronger everyday
Run away but if you stay
You will get a piece of cake
We're

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