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9th Inning

Missy Elliott

9th Inning

2012

that's okay, Timmy back in the story

We hit makin', hit breakin'
Party shakin', innovator
Groundbreakin', sole creator
We be the most anticipated

400 Degreez

Juvenile

The Greatest Hits

2004

Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females

400 Degreez

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females

rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by

like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check

a leader
Ion't like to follow trends
Me N Lil Bro together?
That's a big event
This ain't checkers, it's chess
Watch me in my element
I be hype a hunnit

Riding and chiefing
Sliding and ducking policemen
That chubby gap tooth genius
Be beasting
I know I slowed down
But I’m back in the mode now
Niggas I

you like it's checkers
Bit by bit, committed to overtake sarcoma
Bitches keep, bitching, my mission is to expose you posers
While I load my gun, you

New Patek

Lil Uzi Vert

New Patek

2018

How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money

loud
Pipe up with some Young Thug
Now ya never feeling down hit ya first gold
Then ya got ya first platinum
Hit ya first hole
Then ya got ya first kid in

I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews

There i go stressing it again//
I’m in they chess//
And you playing checkers//
Bitch i’m pressure on my end//
Bitch i’m pressure on my end//

there can't be replaced
They made it cool in hip hop to snitch and that shit there be a disgrace
And the crown prosecute by the music we make got to keep

hit them switches
Up up
The whip dirty the pistol on the Inside
They seat leather the candy on the Out side
The smoke purple my album in ya Bitch ride

I'll stay busy in November
I let my mood change with the weather
I played it like we're playing chess, but we were playing checkers
Release that

been given, wassup?

Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on

Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them

Bitch
Okay
Yeah
I need a Lillard
That mean I need me a play
Shoot it that's wet in your face
I need a freak
Cirque du soleil
I'm young and make money

Yeah, you niggas talkin' too much, say less
When it comes to rappin' in Houston, I'm A list
When it comes to Spotify, I'm on your playlist Still

Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping

Enemy of the State

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

the beam to his fuckin face and a new case is a hurt ya
As I point the seven inch flame in about the HK
Hit the gas and get further
And hit the white boy in

chess not checkers you heard me.
Sugary wall. Scott D.A. get Timmay.
Gimme track, shit i'll get this back to you in 3 days.
Hit Rick, tell him we need

off
You ain't gotta feel bad for me
I'm in a faster seat
I been running this shit like an athlete
Make a scene
I'ma hit em with a master piece
A pure

hear the drum kicks
I wanna hear the cords
I shock and awe
I got beats galore
The CYP
Is in your face once more
Rough Rugged N Raw
Encore
We hit you with

Paradise

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food