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I'm Hot

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT

Mourn You Til I Join You [Radio Edit]

Naughty by Nature

Mourn You Till I Join You

1997

at your picture my nigga
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
nigga I miss ya

ripped out
By Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write

even seen yet
Pubs closed again and I'm trying not to deep it
Hungover not sober
Don't ask me for closure
Bit the dust girl its over
You need let it go

of smoke
And Can't no genre put me in a cubicle
I'm so underground and I Feel the dust
When we kick it up
Till it's Palm Trees that we line the streets
Got

little fun
Sing a little Nitty Gritty
On the karaoke mic
Forget all the words let the crowd sing them right
Gonna cut up the rug kick some dust up
With

for one night
I ain't trippin' ain't no thing
You really tryna live 
Come and kick it with a king
No commitments ain't no strings
I'm just tryna make

Come tap in to the streets mob up and meet a Mac 

Verse 1
Yeah, Db Fre$h
I was raised on the Northside by OGs 
From wheels and deals to Phils yeah that

planted
Finding my escape route, kicks not landed
Boys by my side, these strings are tandem

Weapons in bars, it's danger I hand em
Risky rollin dice, that

start the engine
And dust your past far behind
Now start the engine
Cause today your lucky day
Kick start the engine
And let your past far behind
Now

Real Hustlers

Gotta Boyz

Real Hustlers

hustlers play

(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for

I bring the new era of terror
Speaking and it's peaking but it's
Cool you hear me clearly
In the lac' how it sound when it's up
Don't act you ain't

a kick of the kinetic so collect me
A lonely speck of dust
But
What if the moon is made of dust and that's where dust comes from?
Dungeons lock the body

(Pa pa pa pa pa pa-la la-la...)

J'ai marché vers le son, blinded by the lights
Cherché la même chanson my whole damn life
Une symphonie 'bout how we

messed up and
Let us in ya hood
To preach the Way the Truth
The Life in ya hood
Forget the 'lac with the steering
Wheel made of wood
It's time we see

a bull rider
Gotta saddle up kick up the dust
Hit the ground running
Every second counts
The crowds cheering
Feel the earth shaking
Riding eight seconds

leave you in the dust fast as the blip
Too legit, meaning I can never quit
Got dragon on a chain, on my neck and my wrist
Brand new kicks matching half

thought that we'd break up
Cause we ain't have a reason
Til she picked up and kicked up dust
Now I can't kick this feeling
That we could've gone

kinda wicked I think I can kick it in hell with the devil
I don't recommend it, but fuck your opinion Cause I got this shit out the mud with a shovel I

Chamber Music

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz [Clean]

1998

The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red

you're frightened by the
Thought of what's inside
Hiding behind my lifeless eyes
Enjoy these five long nights
Kick back and grab a slice
If you get killed

There's a lotta dirt that can be eaten by it
Now, we gotta move when that noise comes by. (Let's GO!)

Chorus 1:
Kick the blast of our Vacuum Loudness Beat

It's Whateva Wit Us

D Rock

Choices 2: The Setup [DVD & CD] [Amaray Case]

2005

And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell

Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name

the comics
No evidence, All about my presidents,
Imma leave you in the dust like a comet
Took a couple 100 bills then I flip that
Battlefield Mitch match,