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to get up on it, dont waste time
Whispering that I like the way she worked her behind
I told her, get your hands up, I'ma pull my pants up
Turned around

facts

Tryna clear the mind so pass me the wax Small ass titties but a big fat ass
Over here girl come put her on my lap And when I say clap I ain't

on your lap nigga
You a fucking cap nigga
We some real rap niggas (Gang)
I'm a real rap nigga
Bitch I really clap niggas
Get took off the map nigga with

Dear Scene, I Wish I Were Deaf

Nightmare of You

Nightmare of You

2005

me sick
Don't clap your hands
Don't start to dance
Don't let them know that you're a fan
You're living in hiding
But really, friend, have you

kinda horny
Make the choppa rain damn it's Looking kinda stormy
Dominos are falling and so are These bodies
Known by everybody but to us We ain't nobody

Big Daddy
My chick a baddy, give me good good
Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood
Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade

Yup, we back

I don't two step
But we all making big bands
Throwing rocks on the sand
Munching them meatballs in my hand
Steer the car before it

Lord Jazz Hit Me One Time (Make It Funky)

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

I see your hands clap
Ya heard it, my lips spits quick like Wordsworth
And I'm quick to do a DJ when he's walkin on my turf

"Lord Jazz.."	"He goes by

poor
Rapping was my last resort I can't Dance for awards
Rapping put me in resorts off Coast by shore
They want more
Hold your hands and pray
That you

(Skrrrt!)
Death by Demurely Down Bad Diaries,
So basically, all you did is get high with me (Basically)
cnd then you got low with me, your girl, she got down

Doug Stamper (Advice Raps)

Open Mike Eagle

Dark Comedy

Phones get the family packing big data plan
'99 Problems' was a damn good summer song
If you got more than like three then something's wrong

You're

bands up! It’ll all be mine
I’m a win it all in a minute
Throw your hands up if you’re with me
You can’t wait for what you want, so go and take it
If

hands tied in white wrist bands or in cuffs
Shooting for the damn sky, but you can't fly if you got a wingspan of a dove
And I'm too damn high, its a way

Rainmen

Anticon

Music for the Advancement of Hip Hop

sound taste
Deconstructing, jotted the four across the wall your forced to face
And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles
"Ay this shit

Mixed with that North Cakalac mic acrobats
The studio's the habitat and Nat G studies
Gangland gunnery click claps
Cadence put your brains on your lap
Now

Ride or Die

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction

2004

bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die

We just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick

Sucka n*ggas never been 10 toes
Real shit we in a whole different mode
The principles we live by we don’t bend those
I blame your big bros them pussy

up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand

leave you sorry as Uzumaki, nigga

Baby take me to your leader
Rest in peace King Geedorah
I'ma send my spirit up to meet you
Drinking muddy water by

wanna fuck me to my music
She know I'm ruthless, plus my mind, I'm bout to lose it
I'm going stupid by the way she move her booty, yeah
Got damn she make

through
Your hood with your head in my hands
(Ha ha haha) uh, fair colored tan (Uh)
Free my niggas doin' 20 in
The feds for the yams (Free the homies)
Yeah,

folks just clap Them Hands
I make hunnits, turn Them Bands

Mane this Rapping Very Easy
Man I Know These Niggas Cheesy
Man them Boys, I Know  Beneath Me

Be careful who you tell yo plans to
Bitches hatin' on the low be a fan too
And I pop off like rubber bands do
I mean I burst bubbles buddy
Call me big

call your friends
Nigga'll stab you in your back and
Come and shake your hand
I say your dog ain't your dog if
He play you for a ho
Say your dog ain't