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gotta say
I'd say hello and they'd be laughing at me
I'd ask 'em questions that nobody understood
But by the time we got outside my room
I was searching

younger
Nowadays, call me the coldest older
It's criminal how
People just expect me to give it all out
Singin' or rappin', I'm killin' em, wow
'Cause I

to wrap it up
Hip Hopped on a track and tear a rabbit up
Piss in your cheerios or your captain crunch
Diss me? Pop Pop, killshot bag em up

Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
Nigga, they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget (nah, for real)
What the fuck a nigga really wanna

go)
I just bought a trap house, it's sittin' by the lake, yeah
I just bought the fentanyl, put it on my face, yeah (woo)
Trappers in the section now,

the repertoire be
Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear

Remix

Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who

don't think it's funny, never finish last
I follow my path, I stay in my lane
But these lames on my page tryna tell me 'you're bad'

I laugh at em, Jakkah

like a roller ring
Streets so cold it froze the mink
Keep a pipe right by the sink
Opps hope I be lackin
I be packin goin overseas
Slime em out for Lil

watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody

Cheesy Rat Blues

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

1990

Keep 'em there 
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels 

Can you feel it?

I used to be rollin' like a millionaire 
Cash in a flash,

shit is only sloppy
Now you try'na steal beats, fuck you know about pins
You steady taking L’s, but for me it’s only wins
Talking ‘bout you got a team,

and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm

for me
I had to get it out the mud all by my lonely
So I ain't splitting that bag with ya
Screaming fuck all y'all niggas
Yeah yeah
It's fuck 'em
I told

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one

he gives me a reason
.45 Rip a nigga to pieces
A-C-P's hit him right in his teeth
I'm gone charge it all to this black card
I can't let niggas go

to be friends
Late nights we can ride

We can joke
We can laugh
Even cry too
When you down
I'm the one you gonna reply to

I know you miss me
Go ahead

sink em in the sound like a remix
'Bout to pull the cables up
Got em weak like a buttercup
Falling before me like a prefix
Gotta make it out a rut
Trying

all day I benefit 
Wait my, whole name bout to get it in 
This year, they gon know me by the end of it 
I don't give a fuck if you don'tlike me
Im

to the finish line
Member back on Harlan drive
Thats where we relieve the pain
It was me Bugg Cole and Cosa
D Lock Aaron Skee and Wayy
Member back on Harlan drive

While you worship False Idols.

Come with me 
While you still got a chance.
Don't give away yourself.
I know it's Satans last dance.

Laugh all you want.

signs?
'Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time
I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time
That's that James Brown, and that's that

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get

of the biggest earners
See you tried to wind me up it was getting tekky
I was watching Youtube, Remix to Keisha and Becky
Even tried to trick me and go for