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She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
	NOTORIOUS!
	NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
	NO, NO, NO,

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
He's like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
Shit, I'm that rapping

started working on my first album.
 	 I did ask Steve, if he could help me produce it. Even though I knew I couldn't afford him. He told me that he could

missed, shoulda turned man pack
(Fuck) Fuck these ratchets
I Nneed me a hot girl, would've thought that her name's Katy or Pam
The boy got slapped,

and listen

Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam

A lot of people tried to discourage me man 
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics

a barber
Rock on my hip, totin' Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late
Should've been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger happy
Move off impulse, lose by

that
Twenty-four acres and a mule
Best believe that they say he got smoke
Like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that
Pockets

they're down with us
Ms melodie, she's down with us
Just-ice and dmx, they're down with us
My manager moe, he's down with us
Castle-d boy, he's down with us

a pack out in Katy
We drip like the navy
I'm higher I'm flyer
I'm in this Mercedes
You tryin' to buy her
A big body maybe
I'm stylin' fire
I'm poppin I'm

as fuck
IZAAK, ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE *Beat Switch*
Yo Jewak, it's time to drop this album bro, I dont know where youre at but he 651s got you, fuck

(Blrrt, blrrt)
She tryna pop that shit for a verse
(For a verse) ooters, they stay on alert
Free that boy Blizzy he put in that work, uh
(Blrrt) 433rd

And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could

a bunny
If he get to speaking he done
I don't play no games with these niggas boy don't be no dummy
I'm taking it straight to the face
I don't rap cap
Lil'

to marinara dip
Or just called my young boy and he gonna take care of it
Why y'all Niggas trying to play dumb in the game
I'll grab your baby mama and then

The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy

You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by

maybe
Got bit by a rat now I have rabies
You a stupid ass bitch you sound like all the katies
When I fuck yo bitch she say l o l
Im just like yeat when I

Im going in like a Cd N*ggas couldn't see me if was right there on they TV 
My goon off the Molly 1 hit he go ReRe he clothing his Glock not his cock

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal

1999

boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?

(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right

taller than the Eifel
Kill em, and leave em big dwg, that's final

Huh, big dwg, that's final
Shot burn up di boy like Baker
Boy start shake, I swear he

shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking

Shine Blockas

Big Boi

Sir Lucious Left Foot...the Son of Chico Dusty [Deluxe Edition]

2010

to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed, claimed a dame
Hey, my

bringin' the doom
'Cause I'm 6:30, killin' shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy
I just texted Erykah Badu

boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Pull up, I'm on smoke
They all talk, in person they choke
Feel like I'll never grow old
Matter

Ale dam ci się we znaki he ty nie potrafisz
Vistula jest słaba jest Sean John Perry Ellis
A ty bujaj się w odzieży z second handu we flaneli

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