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Thank You

Chris Brown

Chris Brown [DualDisc]

2005

come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you

Thank You

Chris Brown

Chris Brown

2005

come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you

up out the F
But I’m from the west side bitch I was born a G
Niggaz in that trap wit the H
But the plug got Os and Ps
All I need is fashion hoes

As the World Turns

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk

Make it sound dope, I'm a God like Kanye
Never really thought I could reach my zone
But I made it in the goal now I'm outta control
Never need no throne

needs a mansion
Papa needs a benz 
My daughter needs the world
I just wish my pain would end
N I’m tired o dodging haters
Sick o tricks by crooked cops

mistake!

We gon' start with the haters
(Ok) - Really that's what made us (yeeah)
Cause if it wasn't for them
We wouldn't be this major (hahaaa)
Ya pay em

trying to keep my honored for the council
And I admit it girl we shoulda sent some ground rules
They all fuckin with me baby look around you
Like Kanye

storm
I don't believe in an afterlife so
Once you die you gone
Never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song
Kanye West, gay rapper
Thats when lines are

with me 

Uh-huh This is where I want to be
With my doggs and family
On the west coast blowing trees
This is where I wanna be, be, be, be, be
Keep a bad

the deuce, like poof, let's trade
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don't pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre
And I ride, for the Ye, West

As the World Turns

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

dollar rather drunk or sober

Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,

New Testament Outro

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me

Quiet day, outside
No wrong, no right
Some men will fight, some die
Some live by the night and some by the sword of the samurai
Wild west, no law

chłopak to jest frajer dawaj do nas na jebanie bang

Zawsze chciałem być jak Kanye West
Duże ego głodna 11-stka dzięki Piotruś
Jak nie wierzysz w tę ekipę

that's why they trouble me
Hustle, hustle, live die by the creed c'est la vie in a nutshell
Fancy like a pastel, you know the rest oh well
In the West

the haters to become believers
I'd pay Kanye West to punch Justin Bieber
And then I'd buy a bunch of heroin and get really arrogant
And pay all the foreigners

F.A.B.L.E. we was getting jipped by these promoter thieves
Lord my life would change when I met Hadee
All this Chicago haters city ish just went out the window

writtens, think your pen be lacking flavor
Probably won't admit it it but your whole life been a hater
You been biting like a poodle, I be snappin' like

tuned in to the show killers
Sponsored by the weed coke and dope dealing
Ill facts
Concealed crack
Steel bats
Real Rap
We kill rats
Get peeled back

Save yourself and make way for hell
I'm leaving haters dealt
Chopped up and laid across a conveyor belt
Got some Febreze to take away the smell
Sick

like Kanye West
Except your boy got more Tech's than Ron Artest
I know you wanna see me stretched be my guest
Handle your biz but make sure you (watch

the bread to chase
Catch a case get bailed out back to stretchin base
I'm bringin a message like Kanye West
Except your boy got more Tech's than Ron Artest
I

follow the King that's Christ
I'm not on the fence, I don't lean
I get a new hater every time my phone rings
I'm hated by the world
But that means that I'm