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Fountain of Youth

Rick Ross

Maybach Music Group Presents Self Made, Vol. 2: The Untouchable Empire

2012

but silence

Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental

Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first

side we the hat gang
In the Bronx that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang

mouth to speak
Real talk raising strong down from the weak
My name is Chuck D, I got Tea Party beef
Why represent where you can't sleep?
40 aches jackass

a shell
Bitch we goin' to hell
But you know I cant stop
I got shipments to sell
I'm the burger
The Whopper
The Big Mac
The cheese
Said I'm stacking my

Chuck
Kennedy
2017 I faced a year sentence
End 2018 I beat that year sentence
2019 Got a new business
Grabbed my chick a new whip during a pandemic

own, hey!

I got my own, got my own! I got my own, now!
Don't need no nigga to buy me shit
Don't need no chick to buy me shit hell no!
I got my own, got

On his motel room floor, my friend Chuck let me crash
I had a bus ticket to Chicago and 200 in cash
This free place to stay was a generous gift
See,

I'm just living great
Billing my palace, aye
Climbing these mountains, damn this shit outstanding

Prez-O;
c-Money whatcha cookin' up
These beats got

blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play, motherfucka!

Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me
When I

Chuckie

Geto Boys

Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best

1992

this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I

the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:

Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit

The Game

Mac

Shell Shocked

1998

a game in my vein

Verse 1:  Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another

I just heard they money laundering
I just heard they money laundering
Gang got the sack now
All my bitches trapped out
All deez niggas
Capped out

out
I'm in dat Range truck
Timmy got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my wings up
I put dat work in
Nigga you not my bredren
44 Mac when

talk about? (Shit)
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he

Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit

Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'

S.C.G.'Z

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt

that shit look like my breakfast
I gotta remember to flip
The motherfucker over
After cookin’ it for thirty seconds
Ladies love me I got my OJ
Everybody

Uba ufuna ukuba yinkalakatha gcwala ngam' ,Gcwala ngam
Yeka ubufebe ukudla ibabalaas
Strictly for my  chakura on the side hoza ngapha
Mac white,

move then we all snap
Tied of be humble tied of being tied
Sayin I aint on shit but they lied
Got my own way I don't need a guide
I'm gettin money if you

Round Table Discussion

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

digits, they'd probably blow us all
I got the coldest flow with loader hoes who blow they nose
Into a holy rosary, got angels flying over me
My poetry

stuck bitch, I'm moving
Don't give 2 fucks, cuz I'm grooving
Chuck the deuce up when I'm cruising
Got love in Bronx queens... shout out Brooklyn
And big

settling
Shout my nigga, PE$O, came with the pack
And I'm strapped, tеll 'em, "Lay low"
Bitch ass fat, lemme clap whеn I say so
Servin' up the MAC
Hit my

like American Dad
And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap
Chucks definitely tapped
Don't make him press on the Mac and air out
Chucks