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I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair

and crippled and whack
The eagle eye leave em bleeding each time its open season
No bleepin' the fuckin words on tracks I'm speakin'
This track is recent, like

You ever looked into the eyes of a man marinated in madness
Constantly hearing that fat lady sing, feels like I'm serenaded by sadness
It's real
When

The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

to fuckin flex yow
The night is going by 
And everybody o tshwere stoko 
Even my friends 
The niggas that I came with
I tell the bar man 
Bring a bottle

test to take
Plus CBS is just playing Dolphins against the Jets today
It’s nothing that we can’t miss
Stack the plates and glasses bring them back

and my mom is really great
So they’re the reason why I’m steady tryna get this cake dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all

Bringing it back
Drip is intact
You rappers is under attack
King of the east
King is a beast
I'm up and I'm ready to ready to eat
Corn on the cob
Go get

had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know

Like Lil is still the realest in

My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe

Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used

U Know What It Is

Young Jeezy

The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102

2006

Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is

I can't even lie

and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat

it out like Rambo
How I'm rockin all the camo
My back is lookin like a camel
From keepin packs of the ammo
And keepin tabs on the famo
Like an acid

every time I'm by you!

This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)

hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see

Tequila Sunrise

Cypress Hill

The Essential Cypress Hill

2014

no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
For all you motherfuckin'

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,

the inability to love
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahaha
April? April! April! Oh Frank
You really are a wonderful talker! If
Black could be made into white by talking

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know

waiting for death
I'm jumping these hurdles and have nothing left
The key to success is just watch where you step
Submit to the hit and get out the word

find no matches
I'm never jaded I'm keeping creative native
Tongue I talk in back to rap is basically back to my basic
Instinct, and my intuition in

potent this shit is enormous
These nobodies
Dropping the dookie
They look and I'm cooking
These rookies are nothing
I look in your faces I'm seeing a pussy