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and the two
The cat and the box, beat 'em both till they blue
VIP sections yeah we winning
Bottles popping, sexy women
Told the club pour me up and keep the ice

by the fifth
Yea
Straight Henny, no mix
I might need another
Call her friend over for supper
She don’t like no rubbers
She a freak under da covers
We

Russia

Dave East

Karma 2

2018

on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a Jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he

like my existence (Unhuh)
Some say he a gimmick, he do the most
A lifeline for most, I gave life to you hoes
By jus bein' me&embracin' my woes
My highs,

life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

I smoke this weed to get my mind off shit
I write to the beat to get my mind of shit
I pound this drink to get my mind off shit
You would think by

After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your

cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything

like he nobility
O-m-g, gold chain on him like a rosary
Oh and she, told me go until I’m in her ovaries
All white Jeep came from overseas
Hit the gas

Who Am I

Twista

Tim's Bio

1998

Da da da da da da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin' somethin' like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
Say what?
That's

a fiend for the drink
I was still on parole getting tree'd Ima chief
Call me Marijuana Maine burning weed to the beat
Man I smoke till I float like

Not Now

Blahzay Blahzay

Bronx Science: The Art of Engineering, Vol. 1

2005

get it
Feets don't fail me now
In the hood running like a beast, getting chased by police
You freaks can't tell me how
I stay creeping on a weekend,

with my motherfuckin tongue
After I make cum with that then I'ma beat it up
Oh it's up
An it's stuck
You know finna be mine right?
You know I'm bouta put

Drinking from the Sun

Hilltop Hoods

Drinking from the Sun

2012

steeple, two Jeeps for my sneaks
So people worship this creep as I surf down the street
I'm the surgeon of beats, your girl purrs when I speak
We rehearse

take the chance cause you don't want to miss 
Jazzy Joyce on the mix, rock my funky beat, bust this 
(It's in my shape 
About to work me to death)

I turn 100 to 1, 000, do you wanna see?
Nigga put his ass on me, do he wanna bleed?
Imma beat you ass nigga
So I'm throwing B's
I'm in the hood near

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

bouncin bass bombastics
Kick it drastic, you get tossed like an ash, kid
Youknowmsayin?

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Ces ]
Well, I'm sleek and I freak a beat
For

rhyme readily heavily influenced by all I've ever seen 
It's my medicine remedy
And if you ever seen me live at a show 
You will know I use pure energy

sweeps sweet weak freaks,
what up?
grip clicker, smack the dummy box fix picture,
stickle over shit, cinema flicker in the plasma,
the latch key degree was

tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka

to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,

and don’t embarrass me
Pops ain’t push me to do shit since I was three
And even then he only pushed me to the street
Fuck sleep house need a creak by

Blasting off
Spitting spider silk
And you's arachnophobe
Cell block, blank cement
Sweating by the telephone
Had to let 'em know
I got that heaven