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swallow some tide pods
I don’t like y’all
I’m bold as hell
I give you hell
Like American rejects
I’m up next
Don’t hate
Just be upset
That’s yo fate
Might

Paystyle

Too Short

Paystyle [Cassette Single]

1995

fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio

that masterful thinker?
Good to see you again, since you and Ride were at the Grammys killin'
What's happenin'? Everything good, how the hell have you

The Product

Ice Cube

Kill at Will

1990

is the product 

"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit, 
And you ain't gon' never be shit!" 

I learned how to walk and talk and all that 
They put

Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't

knows all this weight
Can't shake it off by my damn self

Tryna stay motivated but its like niggas hate when you ain't being ratchet
Had to let go

a tie
Thirty second sucker sound bites
And license to lie
Give up liberty for safety
You're sure to lose both
And you deserve neither
That's a Ben

be chilling by myself like island
Well connected like version
Hell yea Nigga I got it
I really be chill I hate to get violent
Money just stacking up

through the lenses of
God but I see it now
Doing good hanging in a ripe
Wish you luck and I don't give
A fuck about the risk feel like Jesus
Skipping across

game
Do you wanna know where to find real hell?
Well it is inside your head
C'mon give it to me
Just a reason to be
A better version of who I am
C'mon

or die slip-n-slide I got that tide in it
Know a n---a wanna lie American Pie in it*
Don’t you see baby hey
It’s been bout’ a week
Feeling naughty
And it’s

In Trouble

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

holsters
For real, son
But y'all I'ma bring it like, yo..

[Shyheim]
Yo, yo, yo
How the fuck y'all was thinkin'? Shyheim/Abe Lincoln
So what you ain't

You don't have to leave all your doors unlock for a their to break in
All you need is a cracked window or a weak door to kick in 
So give the devil no

things were at
I'm out here by myself
You know I feel trapped
You know I cant resist, withhold or combat
What if money ain't change this all
We'd be

the loop Infinite Groove on air I dared to give them hell, it's crazy 
You wanna stay the same but hope for changed results 
Yeah, you knew me back before

balling nigga like I'm Gilbert Arenas (ballin')
Hating on me, you can suck my penis and she want the semen
I ain't giving none
Everything I got, I'd give it

feeling like a boss
Give you a couple months you'll be done
By this time next year you'll be gone
2 seconds magic trick like poof! you'll be gone
Let's stab

Like a slave ship (Woo)
How you gon' look at me and
Say I ain't made shit?
Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics
(Look) air Force, check! Rolex,

I got a clue and remembered all the hell you’ve put me through
Yeah, now my shoes, feel like clouds again
Now my weed, is fuckin’ loud again
Now I’m

than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I

feathers you somehow get by
Alone, but untethered with the weight of goodbyes
Wake up in the morning with poison in your veins
There's a hole in your shirt

and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props

version of me
They looked down on small town folks
Packed my shit up, moved to Amsterdam all by myself
Tough times, so I turned to the scripture to ask
God

the Harlem struggle, 
All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle,
I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher,
I got you caught in