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I got a chain
Smoke in the pistol it blow out Her brain
I can’t restrain, nah I let it bang
Robin jeans, car Bruce Wayne
Girl gotta Kik talking luke

I'm killing woah
I never wanted to, I just wanted you, you couldn't handle that you couldn't handle that
Recently my mind ain't been on track so, gotta

the bottoms where we came
I ain’t have to bang I ain’t even have to slang
I just had to think had to rack my fucking brain
I just had to think how to get rich

Danger Zone

G. Dep

Child of the Ghetto

2001

this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement
Astounded, your plane been grounded
Name been clowned and your brain been found in
the Asian brown bin

I set no alarms last night
I aint even put my phone on charge last night; No
I took it too far last night
And maybe it's the Henny but I know I never

Ain't no way
Ha, I like this lil beat
(Chris Feed)
My type, look
(Shawty why you searching its right here)
Aye turn me up a lil bit
Shawty why you

Ain't no heart like a cold killa
Ain't no heart like a cold killa
Ain't no heart like a cold killa
Smashing off'n your folks
You probably play with

in?
That Diesel Lilac
Brain compute like Compaq
Bangin' out the tracks on the wax
That Millennial old school OG that can rap
Everyday miss my strap

knees I wanna replenish
Never been to jail
Dodging them cells
Never been sentenced
I'm running from hell
I ain't got no help
I was all by myself
They

Medley: Unbreak My Heart/Crazy/On the Radio

David Foster

Hit Man Returns

2011

brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant

I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard

like I ain't never seen
Nightgown. Knee socks.
And nothin' in between

She lay me down by the fire
On a giant bearskin rug
Eyes filled with pure desire

Hurt

Busta Rhymes

T.I. vs T.I.P.

2007

Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my

She Don't Know My Name

Snoop Dogg

Suit [Clean]

2004

And it ain't all that strange to me
Cause I know hers, and, it won't be long
'til she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

all by heart I’d sing along everyday

(Verse)
When I started writing raps I was 9
You was 9?
Righteous was a Gregg house staff at the time
He was nice

But I'm in my street clothes and I ain't doing a bid
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When you hear

tracks get spun like fidget 
Right now ain't no time for stooshness abeg get the fuck outta here if you're frigid 
I'm winning by sinning that's the way

down
I'ma light it on fire, yeah yeah
Til the paper's til' the paper's turning brown
Surrounded by the party, and I'm still feeling lonely
Thinking

figured the angles and they refuse to fight fair
Imagine a brown man using his brain
You know it drives the whiteman insane
It makes the government feel

liquor, love, women is my novocaine
(I been in pain)
(Shit ain't the same)
(Im losin' my brain)
(I can't maintain)
Couple of women, they want me to call

Why so long?
It's been a minute since we spoke
Like I can't forget your touch just know I'm holding on

Say brown skin girl
I ain't seen you in

in here, huh
But I am not gon' ride it, that, that ain't me
I mean that's how I free, it came off the, the, the brain
Yeah, you know, if I, if I was

Bet em ima gonna get em damp, up or lower in the crack
Saying it dont make it fact, believing is right where it's at
I know I ain't no chris but still

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up

take it it ain't given
Get up out the trenches
Don't be to quick to speak listen
Keep grinding this just the beginning
Days go by heart get colder