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tryna sort it out 
Talking bout all the counts they shot at wells in Atlanta thats why i stay with my hammer 
I cannot go they gonna hate on you highkey

Skill Trade

Nice & Smooth

Nice & Smooth

1989

have mystical powers I perform any fete
I'm gonna be ranked at the top of my field
I'm gonna see my name in the Rappers Guild
With all the other

He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is

By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never

a MC Hammer U like a 3L
W I get a lot of those it starts to trouble u
Years with no rings start to humble u
Yo niggas walk away from you
Now they tryna

trust
We can't be touched
No M.C. Hammer pants
No gimmicks, a plus
Lyricists, no cuss
Turn up the bass
Show me that your feeling us
Shake this place

Going Waka in the paint
Got damn Jack ya stank
Blowing dank ain't no bammer
Can't touch me MC Hammer
Danger bitch why you got wire hangers
Flexing

going but I know where I'm from.

Thought I'd die but instead I'm taking your throne

Harlem rapper but I feel like a gladiator in Rome.

Used to stay in

Exchanging like GameStop
Wishing on my downpour
You gon feel these raindrops, ugh
Elliptical niggas run in the same spot when this a marathon word to Nip
Yo

back when i was a little ass kid, blastin MC Hammer Kriss Kross all of that shit, i had cassette tapes then i moved on to CDs had Warren G on compact

inside
Twenty hundred racks, I pull up with mags
Draco, MC Hammer with no fans
Got the Cali in a stash, 30 in advance
Hell time, gang pull up all in cats

your clique
The only Click was Adam Sandler
Finna do a move like im MC Hammer
Soulja Boi went “Bammer Bammer”
We ain’t Friends, no Joey and Chandler
New

No Problems

Fat Joe

The Darkside, Vol. 1

2010

Public Enemy
Arm & Hammer mixed with white powder
Stretch the money long thats why I call it white power
You see the whips out front they all ours
Got

didn't come by my ones, I got all of my friends
I got all of my friends
Bina na ngai muke
Wana mere ya palais
Bina na ngai muke
How she know my name?
Was

I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas know my position
I came from the same ghetto you live in
With no pot to piss in
So believe

talking that hot shit
Nonsense i don't feel that shit like college
Bullshit fuck a degree nigga I'm a gawd bitch
But real shit I'm get it cuz my pops told

You'z a Ganxta

DJ Quik

Rhythm-al-ism

1998

demos 

to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo 

Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that 

and when I tell you about yo'

Turn the lights on I light it by my own, electricity
Put your hands up make too much noise, electricity
The power's by my side, so take your distance

Brown Paper Bag [Bonus Track]

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD] [Clean]

2006

blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking

to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score

Let It Be Known

Scarface

Bang or Ball

2001

man
Regardless of what the stakes is I`ma play my own hand
And I`m tired of being let down by my so-called friends
Regardless to the blood shed ? no

yeah, Salt
I'm the Pepa everybody, the Pepa
Come see the three
Young ladies in the fellas' fantasies
Cuz we will be trendsetters to all MC's

Yeah, that's

baby, Do you understand your power

Hook
Set that pace, yeah yeah
With that face, yeah yeah
No eye to eye
Walking by (walking by), I swear I (I swear I)

my reticle, click click, need a medical
The game my bitch she can lick my testicles
Put it in she can really feel the pressure yo
Fucking the game up

of the state
And as I got my bearings
My worries would all come back to me one by one
And I'd take them home
And I'd tuck them in
And I'd break their stupid legs