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Together

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More [Clean]

2002

Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah

Atl jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire

You treat me like a savage (doe beezy)
But I'm far from average
I can't give you marriage, horse

Young Nat, baby
Yeah
Beezy, baby
You know why we finally got one together, boy

Sometimes you just wanna listen
Listen up
Listen up
Listen up

Real

whoa I can't lie doe 
Baby bend your back bruck it up more 
I make you sing like the remedy dick you down more 
Ay take your time whine it up whine it up

Just Like This

Big Head

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

it wasn't fo baby bopper I woulda died from pounds a some years ago
Young savage I be hearing you doe, You got some tigger in you doe
Nigga sounding

Thuggin'

Lil' Boosie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

tree, fuck rap beefing
Before I put you on my CD I'll leave yo ass stinky fasheezy
Bitch don't tease me, if you come to my spot is you fuckin' if you

Talkin' Shit

B-Legit

Chase the Cat

2001

glow, man whattup doe?
(?), take no marine time (?)
Then I mack a straight dimepiece
Have her name on everything that a nigga lease, a savage
I keeps

bang bang bang
Fresh out of  jail we getting money
We getting doe oh you ain't know
Yeah tinkerbell  bang this ring a bell  bang
Fresh out of  jail bang

the lot doe
Been doin bad shit since a snot nose
Think im gonna fail then just watch hoe
Baby brudda just coppped a new watch doe
I don't give no fucks im

Aye yeah
She gon hear me doe
Aye yeah
She gon sing my song
But she know that
We both down bad
I can't hold back
Can't move from the past
Aye yeah
She

all that talkin
Where ya mf bag at?
I go out sad i fuck her raw
So baby where that mag at?
My bitch she the baddest of the bad
Boy you can't bag that

Symphony

Timbaland

Shock Value II [2-CD]

2009

bag, no baby I ain't fat
When I fuck you it's a wrap
I'm a put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap
If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
And I,

court now
Tryna get all of my doe
Took out the window in my Benzo
And I just can't take it no more

Chorus (x4)

Slow Rap
Why you won't let me live
(oh

all my time on critic's Hating
Flattered by y'all opinions, to show you I'll just embrace it
Now watch, how early son rise up, no Daylight savings

Go

the older crowd, puttin' dubs up
Some kids was into sports, I was into doe
You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress
'Cause the money was slow
Fractured my

Mesiodinho
Doe het niet voor fame en niet voor geld
Nee, ik ga liever incognito
Ik wil zieke movies maken net als Quentin Tarantino
Of Martin Scorsese, je

I see colors changing away
Every holiday is amazing with you
Happy holidays to you, baby

How do you feel about the pale moon and stars above?

We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up

Wake up in the morning
Got another day to make the doe
Getting to the paper baby
Really that's all I know
You know
I know
You know
I know
You know

just stating a fact
Just like I’d rather keep it real then go lie in a rap


VSWoo Verse 

But baby let’s get back to the regular station 
I just seen

stood
When times was hard
Even before all this rap shit made me a star
When I was workin two jobs
Just to survive
When I felt like killin myself
You kept

now it's printable, you in critical
Me clinical, it ain't liberal, you minimal
Typical run-of-the-mill
You pitiful appendages
Ran up the top, not rap, I

a heist believe me (yah)
You be gone doe for doing wrong doe, little mark ass trick be a John Doe
No Mourning no Alonzo, Put the call in get em pronto
Call

Let 'Em Live

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

[Kool G. Rap])

I ain't made a record in three years and that's why you rich
[We allowed you cowards to live]
Yo, I could've kidnapped your babies left