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me cool, that shit keep me mellow
Turn up on them folks, apply that pressure, treat me like Carmelo
You ain't get no money, then that shit you doing

One on One

DJ Smurf

Dead Crunk

1998

of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
Strictly coming

the matrix
I’m just tryna be wealthy and inspire millions of people
I'm not tryna become famous
Being famous is a trap
That’s how you can get snatched

Bumpy Bring It Home

Freddie Foxxx

Street Triumph

2006

with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin' everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood

with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin' everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood

the vibrations
Your car base from nights
Snow globe masons
Snow flushed faces 

No more tears like Johnson and Johnson 
I spray love like my wrist was a Thompson

your song
I wanna get in every word, but that make it too long
So can I break it down for you? It's just us and the piano
Baby, just relax, I light

of callous battles,
Bitch these war wounds
A split decision for the young recruit
Get under wings or fly by own rules
Be 52 or find my own groove
I reminisce

Bitches say they love me, see me on that TV screen
Sweetheart, I don't want you, what we had was just a fling
Everyday I thank God that I get to live

the way
I look you dead in ya face
Say I love you see the smile on ya face
Right by yo side you ain't alone in this race
We get alone I wanna see you in

ran out of luck
Like a ticket that didn't win when they scratched it
I have a threesome with identical twins

Tell em I know which one is which
Then get

on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand

I bet she could never make you cry
Cause the scars on your heart are still mine
Tell me that she couldn't get this deep
She can almost be the worst

fucking knows your safe
Newport 1980s fucking loves it Almo's
Or going over to fucking Stuart Jones to get some football boots and some dubbing
You fucking

nigga prolly a drug dealer
She say that she love him, but never post his picture

Yeah, I could tell by the way that she twerk
She from 'round here I

lonely
Had to go out and get it they ain't have nothing for me
Me and Sneakyy twins but we got different mothers
I'm red he blue give a fuck about

who's that
When they hear one track they dropping jaws
Pause
Get up in my world
Moon rocking space bandit stole yo pearls
Music from the 8 planets for yo

and he roared
Baby keep it squeaky, I get geeked come home and eat it
She threw on the glasses with the wig call that the remix
Niggas got me heated but

this shit out the mud
Got this shit out the muscle
Shout out destiny, My twin
That's my nigga I love her
Nigga talking too much keep that shit undercover

Get Right

Busta Rhymes

Streetsweepers: The Boyz in the Hood

Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have

exactly what I did
Shake somethin'
I could tell you that could fuck by how you dance
Baby tell me what you drinkin'
I'll get it on demand
If we stick to my

Meek my murder twin 
All they hear is, "Brrt," when we get together (that's my murder twin)
I'll spank a nigga with this switch, this shit like

Wait till he get gets a deal girl, wait till the tour
So they dance to attract me, advance and attack me
To the point that Drake compare me to Anthony

I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis 
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers