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Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

Here we go, we're on the late night tip
Master Ace with a tight grip
Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud
People, they gather to hear

They patiently waited for Chxsen to step on the scene
Now they see that I'm coming in clutch
I took a hold of my destiny, I grabbed the bull by the horns

heart split apart like apartheid
I could have survived, thug life, full of carbine 
Hold it down, I was sentenced by the crown
And I never used

Status

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

Now I'm ready to go
The club is twelve blocks away
And I got no loot, so
I walk ten and take a cab for two
Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe

muscle, idea muscle
Idea muscle
Try to practice having 10 ideas a day
Idea muscle, idea muscle, idea muscle
Idea muscle it doesn't have to be a good
Idea

Everybody Gettin Crunk

Lil Wyte

Phinally Phamous

2004

[chorus]
Yo mamma yo daddy yo greasy greasy grand mammy
Man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk [x2]

Gimme room gimme room quit

nothing
Been a long day and I’m stressing the repercussion
Reap a pot of the profits and hold my head like a God
Found peace from within and never settled

got no time to stick it in bae you can only suck it
Walk up in the set and treat this money like it's only bands
Fuck so much on camera I need 10

pour up a deuce yeah I been I been on the wock
Hold up
It's a set up (ay)
One two three he get hit I'm not talking no upper cut
Can't hit raw yeah had

from Harrow
Guillotine Dreams these options been getting too narrow

In the city centre, where power reigns and power rangers assemble
I hold the banner

the spinach
Thirty-thousand on the linnen
Caught a cab, off to Lennox
New crib, no tenants
Hold on, wait, I ain't finished
I'm a menace like Dennis
Heat up

Gravity

Da Bush Babees

Gravity

1996

I take the loot I got and call a cab and go 
'Cause now-a-days you can't smile up in your video 
I'm livin' off sour milk and cold cereal 
My moms

Y’all sleep in y’all own world and I’m
Rollin rollin rollin I ain’t slept in weeks
Got a pistol by the bed only bout 6 feet
I been waking up from

Tranquillo

Rick Ross

Drogas Light

2017

a rut, nigga
Ten toes in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin' he was too young

made plans to go get her home, there's no cabs so I had to pay 
A bit extra, I was embarrassed cause I was short on the day 
But she's my bae 
She said

on me
I wish everything that you said
Your behavior displayed
I got a check on the way
Making plays by the day
Three in the morning
The pancake house
Four

headdress
Grinding like I'm soon dying, 'til I'm laid up, bed rest
It's Quelle Chris, all day shit, I don't need no playlist
Handsome, black,

a Gypsy cab,
Who got stabbed a slice and grab.
Jose hit the Bodega stuck him for the bag.
He got away clean came back with the strap,
He demanded bricks

wrong
She just took a cab and she went home

A few more days have gone till then
Will we ever meet again
Every day I look outside
But the memory won´t die

until the day that I die
I strike with lightning with execution
I'm like smoky when i'm always cruising
At the lake pad the record spins
Drink back east

emotional, you cry in the club
You grinding for days for one single dub
These fire beats gonna mess up your psyche
The fans go crazy when I pass the mic

It's

was outrageous
You and your co-traitors are sighted by K's razor-sharp lasers
Cutting thru your armor, melting - these methods I know them
And I just

strikes him like lightning
He's off like the flash for a cab to the spot by the docks
He won't get no help from the cops
The family bought them, and all who

feel so sad oh yeah
Call myself a cab fuck that
I'd rather drive myself oh yeah
Doesn't help inside I fell like
I'm all by myself oh yeah
I stopped