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wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out

Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me

Pussy lil' boy, you is lame (yeah)
Put some more dirt on my name (yeah)
You gonna leak at your brain (yeah)
All of my shooters got aim
I just bought

flashes with they cameras, that's how you get caught up in a scandal
My outfit was sick I fed it Campbell's
I always be leading by example
I hopped out

a one liter
Then we poured us a four
I had your bitch at the spot
I made her take off her clothes
I got some bros in the 0
And they from Hollygrove i'ma

get the know with the bow
Leave them out by the door cause they're not in the know
Get you got get you blown out your socks on the floor
Get you washed

Put Yo Hood Up

Dougie Dee

Year of the Underdawgs

2002

If you real, won't you go and throw your hood up
And if you skurred, all you bitches gotta raise up
Then off to the south, the streets would

Coco is bat Shih Tzu crazy
Eyes so big she’ll make you hazy
Type of girl to keep company with Jay Z and Patrick Swayze
Daily makes me play Scorsese

Jay-Z, it's a blueprint
My boy was stupid, hooked again they booked him in when they lifted his shoe print
In love with drugs, got an oxy plug by the name

Doin' Dirt

JT the Bigga Figga

Playaz n' the Game

young G'z growin up on the West side 

Down from the start in the dark for the hoo ride 

Mackin on the scene every day of the week for the moment

a child and she named her destiny
Now I’m mixing adlibs for the wife of Jay z

Oooohhhhhh

Stop dry snitching
For your riches
I thought you was
Based

A turn real bad
Get jumped by the ones who Think they're tough Till I hit a Fit of rage, then you have Enough
Kick in your head, if you know Then you know

mall
All Money In the squad, boy I'm not involved
Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws
SLs with the toppin' off
Dress well when it's

away from me, if you contagious 
You haven't had a hit verse, to work, for ages
You spit dirt, whoever gassed you up, needs to get hurt
I bust like

Timothy Where You Been

Timbaland

Shock Value II [2-CD]

2009

the farthest you've ever flown-own-own
Own-own-own-own-own

Hey! Put your lighters up
Put your lighters up y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
Y'all put your

We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set

That's right John i hear
They're

not that gravy, I can't be lazy, I learned more shit from Pac and JAY Z
You gon' see
It's that entrepreneur shit over here nigga we don't play
You gon'

and Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
And Mobb Deep, I thought my whole crew was Mobb Deep
You saw me, kickin it back, sipping it back
Its only juice
But I pretend it

ashamed
I rinse her off with all my pain
Wonder where you're dancing at
Probably in your habitat
Know you been a diplomat
Sensitive from all the chat
Let me

brazy
Hotter than AZ
Look like a nigga was raised by Jay-Z
They gotta listen
Eyes is amazement
Coming out for me
They just wanna date me
But they don’t

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

speak, motherfucker, what you won't say
I ain't Jay-Z, I don't need Beyonce
But if a bitch get a ring, she Fiancé

Gangsta party, yes, I wan play
From

Licks on my hands and I count like Jay-Z
Chips in the bags and accounts like Lays be
On a Sunday put my feet up just like how your prayers be
It's

my pockets' 
Swole like Jay-Z top lip 
'Til I got Jay-Z yacht-grip 
I'mma pop shit like Pac did 
With a big-ass Johnson I rock with 
You hardly got

Nickel

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

servin' faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for bein stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, from