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Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track

from the curse (Man's free)
Devil wanna send for me
But I turn right back let's lurk, let's lurk (Two L's)
Soon gonna put him on a shirt
Hurt (bow)

Still rip em green light so you won't miss em
And these bitches still stripping
So Mike Jones I'm still tipping
Don't get caught without ya shield
Low

put your luggage on we
You ain't keep the same energy for the du Pont's and Carnegie's
We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin' on these, on me

verses
Addressing all my curses
A testament to my thesis
Cause truly I been in pieces
Then I came together
Put two and two together
Figured "life is

up with these streets
Man I'm so tired of being put in hand cuffs
My heart as pure as gold but these white people see me as a villain
Got plans for

the music to these movies
You don’t want me to even score
Cuz if I, even score and somehow even the laws
Even laws couldn’t stop me, I’m black Steven Segal

Look
I got me a check I got these niggas sick
Momma purse For some change I was fiending for this
Lock doors ina trap got the fiends in this shit
If

I thought it was Lupita (Wakanda)
Had to put the phone on speaker (Brrrrr)
That sexy voice ikafanya nikajipa
And then she told me hey Khali' it's

the goddamn streets
Cause that's the only way we gonna stop these pigs
We ain't gonna stop them by prayin'
We ain't gonna stop them by beggin'
And we ain't

a thing about me
Lost star
Always getting lost ya
Lost ya
By a mile by far, ugh
Who raising these niggas
Starting to think
Someone paid for these niggas

Grown Man Business (Fresh Vintage Bottles)

Mos Def

The New Danger

2004

pete -without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death
Don't my boy live to retrace my steps

Minne stay safe move quiet and get it
If

Intro:Tat Face 

B DOT JONEZ! Whats Happening Homie?! Microphone Jones Get Em!


Verse 1: B Jonez

Sick Of these niggas 

I just been grinding

my boys with me like I'm jerry jones
I don't do Vlone wave riders this that sauce this that drip you cannot clone
This that shit if you don't buy

my boys with me like I'm jerry jones
I don't do Vlone wave riders this that sauce this that drip you cannot clone
This that shit if you don't buy

my boys with me like I'm Jerry Jones
I don't do Vlone wave riders this that sauce this that drip you cannot clone
This that shit if you don't buy

a lil soldier
And Jones that's my boy that's my Brody
And for me I'm cold like a flurry
3 amigos we sick like Ebola
I just keep killing these beats I'm up

Whitney I made 10K off of 450
I put the city on, you know the mo with me
Bad boy like Biggie, champagne on my kidney
Wanna be the first to do it

Dealing with people even tho you don't want to
I swear I think about punching ever last single jerk

You gotta put the family first
Please destroy

Uh
I paid dues just to wear these shoes
And you don't have a clue what it takes to do it
Caught up in the rain damn near in the sewage
Then I found

the world die by the creator

So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass

We're black on black, detonate

pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there are doubters who question my skill
They wanna put

im in the field
Your girl tripping cause i'm in her ear
Don't ask for nothing she volunteer
Eye for an eye that's how i live
Don't judge me like uncle

these hoes

I go to open my door 
The rains just starting to pour
I’m reaching back for my coat
My coat was worn by the hoe

All my windows are broke