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Presidential MC

RZA

4:21... The Day After

2006

spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers

Cartier glasses
Spinnin' the yard
Ain't no drive-bys, we in your bushes
We jumpin' out while you was parkin' your car
Shootin' they yard
Shit leave you

leave you never
Spend a little time with me tonight
I don't want to stop
No I don't want to leave you now
And I will never leave you by your side girl
You

leather seats
A go-getter by yourself as I run the streets,
Niggas hate, bitches jealous, cause they can't compete
I'm what they aim to be, a real nigga,

Creep n Crawl

Eazy-E

Str8 Off tha Streetz of Muthaphu**in Compton

1996

'em every weekend
A scandalous lil' nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma's porch
Don't give a fuck about

up thinking a tooth is missing

I probably remind you of Eminem. But not if you're Noticing me by race
I was comparing it to the way I loathe in

Clique so deep we gone need a boat ride 

Where the beat go? oh right 
For the people, not hero 
Two shots of the Titos, then I reload oh my

Eminem flow

imma meet mac
Record with k dot, thought, eminem, and 3stacks
Imma topple the game, speaking gospel with ye
I'll make "CORRIDORS", they cant throw

to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me

We Some Dogs

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel

2004

some dogs, we just some dogs

[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when

Drink slow to feed the nose
You know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro
He doesn't like it when

and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it

Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head,

the one, the only, the S, the homie
And if you do that, I'll leave you stoney
That means you be on the block by yourself
Getting shot (Bitch)
And you might

and sweat, no faking alloys
You on a pedestal with a noose around ya boy 

Deaths calling my number, please leave a message
Wanna meet the Lord but afraid

can’t embrace this, this is where I rise, when we toke spliffs, you ask we leave you traumatized, you don’t know what’s it’s laced wit, we got top notch

here feels clear use it to get by with
The air I breathe how dare I be
More than you know so stare then leave
Fake ID don't wait for me
I read your dash

Streets

Game

The Black Wallstreet, Vol. 1

2006

[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law, 
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, 
Catch a nigga in these streets

answer machine
Sorry I'm not by the phone
But ya know that I'm gone call ya when I get home
Leave a message after that tone (Leave a message after that

me going
Before you leave me so quick
Like a meteor or sonic
I'm addicted to you, call it chronic
Withdrawal got me feeling so sick
I ride your wave, I

a legend, change the culture like I'm Tupac
I just know it takes a lot to be great
Won't have no regrets I leave it all on the plate
Certain circumstances

get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you

Goodbye

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This

Put You on the Game

The Game

Put You in the Game

2005

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game

First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain