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acknowledge is Teanna bitch
Old friends like let me hold something
Complete strangers, I think I'm yo' cousin
Even though, I'm in love with sin like Joe Budden

Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come

Nothing's Gonna Change My Mind

Stealers Wheel

Ferguslie Park

1974

(Egan)

It's a dead-end job and the money is low,
And the time goes by so slow.
If I stay too long it could bring me down,
So I might as well take

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

wanna get it then you're never gonna get it
How the news treats Kate versus how they treated Meghan
Rest in peace Jack Merritt, you're my brother in

Future

DJ Khaled

We The Best Forever [Clean Version]

2011

Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter

ain't used to writing love songs
(Love songs)
But sometimes when I see you I write love songs
(Love songs)
Said no one wanna be you
But you're dead wrong

alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon

Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
With the Mac by my lap and they envy
The fact that they can't see me
Dippin' through the traffic, I'm

(I like this beat JACK)
Man, tell em stop cutting down trees so we can breathe
You see they'll kill us with ease and watch us bleed
Tell Joe Biden we

dead
He goes by many names, but the end result is the same
But the liquor store is the same game
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville?
You give

All Around the World

Terror Squad

Terror Squad

1999

right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now

[ chorus ]

[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror

always be rating

Don't back track
Munch like a flap jack
Say ur gonna blow I'm wearing flat jack
Attach that
No back chat
Put it on the line like a black

what's going on,
It's like your joe when you're hearing this song
You're asking who are you again?
Just shut your mouth and listen up
Yeah I keep the bag

unoriginal
You may talk the talk, walk the walk, but this act is criminal
You’re a dead ringer, yeah
Dead ringer, yeah
So pull up to my place with your 750

stickin' out of my grave
The whole world left me for dead, Michael Jackson's estate
But I'm too high I'll never land
A river that knows it's source could

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

$hort

Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your

assertive
Alerted 'em all and curtains fall west of Ventura
Mulling over method in girders, fuck a Joe Smith
I'mma get her over here and I'mma get my toes

growing up, not wanting much, but
now a nigga need that Like, where the breach at, I'm kicking dead

Nah, niggas is pissed, cause I'm on some shit, shout

by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me out

On the outerspace-highway, you know I’m peelin. 
On the tip of the hustle, I’m wheelin & I’m dealin. 
If you’re payin attention, you know I’m healin.
If you got the answers, I

treat it like it's Thursday when you throw that back?
Now you a PYT, and girl you Bad
The way you makin' me feel, is like the old Mike Jack(son)
You da

be on a longer trip than you planned to be
Dum dee dum dee duh duh dum dum day
You're riding on a Dead Safari

This here be the rock n roll voodoo
I'm

kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the

M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're