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fit me 
If I die today who gone miss me 
If I die today who gone forget me 
Don't hit my line my nigga I'm too busy 
You either make six figures or be

the key, that’s ragtime
The Entertainer puffing Maple Leaf
Gone as fuck my ankles outcha reach
Making waves around them with the speech
Easiest way to keep

What I Do

Chris Brown

Graffiti

2009

Just in case you forgot 
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown 
This what we do 
We do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money

on lock, got myself a lil key
Niggas they capping, riding on the beat
L s that I take followed by letter V
Hoes they be wylin, bitch take a seat
Free all

ohh
Thirty years gone, how aren't I dead?
Oh oh ohh
Thirty years gone, how aren't I dead?

Sneaking into punk shows at the bar
Driving with my brother

never ever left in the first 
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp 
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end

Family Tree

Naughty by Nature

Icons

2002

and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't

I bled in the bath low-key
Movement in the ripples when I died last week
You can tell by the color of my skin
White sheets
These days we all we got

gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)

My brother got the same AP as me
I'm

Slide N Slide Out

Kurupt

Against tha Grain

2005

on the block
I'ma Y.A. ride 'til I'm dead on the block
Entourage 'til I'm gone watchin me until I drop
Got a pocket full of stones, walkin up and down the block

Put the key in the box and she latched on me
When you up they gone say that you act funny
It feel good even though you went bad on me
Unaffected by that

of progeny
None shall be spared by the wrath of the Black fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead for this time of dread is 
But

Don't Flex

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black

in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Oops I'm alive and well
You rather see me go die on film
Shot by the popo just lying

head
And when my life is almost gone and I'm hanging by a thread
You can look into my bloodshot eyes and see black white and red
 
I'll be black white

Give the People

EPMD

The Rhythm Is Final

1992

came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV

Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black

is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many

Harriet
Nigga wish I was dead so I call em Timmy
Pop out with turner
Got heat like a stove with a burner
Boy I'm a boss and you fuck Niggas workers
Face

Ooouuu daddy I like it

Black child black child
Won't you rise above the hate?
Let your dreams elevate
Come tomorrow we gone celebrate

Black child

raise me
Show me love like a baby 
When I'm gone will they mourn me
Like the cop always chase me 

Nigga I been tised by trauma
Never had a question for

no favours
Beat up the beat and leave it dead in the street
My feet are red, I'm still releasing CD's
It is what it is, what'd you expect it to be
So

of the dead sea
I'm guarded by the creatures of mud
Volcanic floors, the black smokers
I'm smothered by the dark green fumes
By the lullabies of the whales

Play'n It Raw

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

them hotboys play tha game raw (what) 

Ya got some keys I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya 
Stay low 
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa

for a spin
Brothers getting baby mothers dead or in the pen
And black girls never trusting black men to defend
But we're dying on the road for the code