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Doused my fucking head with a bottle of peroxide
In my skull, holy fuck, did I just die
Shoutout to Eric (Ghoste)
Shout to Freddie (Dredd)
Shoutout

downstairs I shoot
Through the roof, bada bing
Through the California King
Put the money on the table
It's mine, nigga, you boxed in
Freddie Foxxx and Noreaga,

Tommy's Theme

The LOX

Belly

1998

ring
I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing
You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the Ninas a pop

a ball
Do the Boogie    Do the Lone Star Boogie
Do the Boogie    Do the Lone Star Boogie.
Boogie Woogie!   Boogie Woggie all night long!

Freddie King

Oh dats ya, dats ya, dats ya
Aye, oh dats ya, dats ya, dats ya
True man, feelin' like the president, I do man
Aye, okay now, aye
Okay now, hold up

Liberty And Justice For All 

Today we've had a national tragedy 

Life's got more twists that M Knight Shyamalan 
Overdoses noddin off, families of addicts

For sibling domestic colonies and the not-for-profit Tuesday meltdowns
We do straightforward time


Plot twists provided by white beggars
In a black

times
Internal crime done by the same
Guys we trust our lives pray for demise
I’m painting, let me do my thing
No time for? I’m seventeen
Bumping they

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B, Vol. 2

2004

about these niggas! 
Yeah! 
That's got a lot of mouth, what! 
Yeah! 
But when It's time to do some shit 
Yeah! 
They folding, these niggas is

watch ya empire crumble
If rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble

[chorus]

[king just]
Back up, back up, yes zoo's in town
Wit the new twist

and the Odyssey
Cass', Xzibit and Termanology
Do what we paid to do, 1982 (I'm goin back)

Statik let the drums knock on it
Should've got MOP and the Freddie Foxxx

Spittin' Pollaseeds

Ice Cube

Laugh Now, Cry Later [Clean]

2006

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up

Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga

unravelled, she'd weave nest in the knots

Palm to palm as pilgrims do
It ain't love when it's coerced
Twenties ripe in taboo
A bud rooted in the twist of their

singing,
Claiming they some artists
I do it for the people, disenfranchised, colored boys
Sitting in them cells,
Time to raise hell
I see you on that coofy,

Eighteen, caught my first case
Had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably
Set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we

your hands in a shithole
My hands on the pistol
Leave a tide in the ripple
Make it big, little by little
Make it big little by little
I'm stuck in your

loud, Twist that, Yeah I gotta face it
Gotta do it on my own Nigga starting to lie his patience

Ain't really got haters on me Y'all wanna see me make it

Chasin' Fetti every day yo
Trappin' kush and yayo
Got a couple homies on payroll
They finna do what I say so
You ain't right wit God then pray yo

queens aren't made overnight, except when a king brings a gun to a fight

I wish that I could save us, but everybody would rather do it alone
No one likes

be another mugshot with cold still eyes (Sandra Bland)
Don't be another name on a sign 
(Freddie Gray)
Don't be another reason we riot
(Rodney King

Away up from your exit 
Delivered the message from kings
Came on down from the heavens 
Crashed the landing broke off my wings 
And I been here since

And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang

to brace for all this

As my temple crashes down, I
Can feel a drastic shift, Yeah
With a twist of your magic wand
The weight on my shoulders lifted
Just

Spittin' Pollaseeds

Ice Cube

Laugh Now, Cry Later

2006

Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street

I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by