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get the city hot,
I’m walking by my opps I hit a diddy bop,
You are not a rapper you should get a job,
Been moving like a ghost I feel like Big or Pac,

to the Bahamas
Tell me would you fly back
Pay me big money, I tell you I might rap
I give 'em an impact, oh
And I be sittin’ at the top
Chillin with a cup of tea

don't let em know
You tell me I'm a vibe and tell me more
I hold you in the night amd when you cold
We keeping it tight not like before
Nakufeel na ni

all wanna clone me 
Tell that boy get out my lonely 
Tell that boy get out my lonely 
Tell that boy to back back 
Tell that boy im on his ass
Tell that

and it’s getting late
Crossover then hesitate
Skate by him like a figure eight
Whoever left, dunk bait
Give me the ball, can’t wait
Catch ’em all with

City of Dope

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

In the City of Dope

Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

boys doin what we can
Smelling like za in the function when we walk in
Top 10 the only bitches that I'm talkin
The rest of em they can keep walkin
Top 10

Blind by the lights, so shoutout The Weeknd
Beaming
She like how I'm styling
Heard that she liking the way I be rhyming
Timing
Yeah, tell me why the fuck

Kid Vs. Play (The Battle)

Kid 'N Play

House Party [Original Soundtrack]

1990

and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by

feel
Oh boy huhhh…
Anh nói em biết phải làm gì bây giờ
Oh no huhhhh....
Babe i just wanna say : Sao phải cứ ngây thơ vì một gã hay mơ
Rap :
Lúc em còn là

mans? Tell the
Boys to keep walkin' (Keep walk)
Punch him right in his mouth
All the boys to keep talkin'
'Member days I was walkin' out
Here with no

a nigga momma cerebellum
And they ain't ridin' man they tell them
I been slidin' with a 7, all titanium
Big boy sound
Jump around with a flame in 'em
Me I

to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories

Yo Rickavee who you do this for
Blok my boy who you do this for
Nawqiy my g who you do this for
Somebody please tell the peeps who you do this for
Yo

can't tell 'em apart, I be thinking they clones (clones)
Woah
Whatchu wanted, I been counting hundreds (hundreds)
'Bout my money, get it by the dozens (by

Lemme do your ass a favor boy quit actin' like a clown
Y u tryna tell me that I ain't what I am (What I am)
Y u tryna tell me that I can't when I can

you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No

salute you
Don’t see them boys like I’m Stevie
I tried t’ tell em, ain’t believe me
I’ma sign me a deal like a treaty
I share with the fam, I ain’t greedy

bang on my momma name
Its game time
Muhfucka these just ain’t rhymes
Muhfucka we on same side
I can tell by your blue eyes
Your chicken is not fried
You

three long
Shit I been ready to win
I get a rack
I stack a rack
Then multiply
That by ten
Rent a room at the Hilton
Just to go fuck me some twins
Oh boy

asked why I did it and I told em for GMB
Send the location on god bitch we can meet
I been trying to tell em that we the sharks up in the sea

That boy

what?

Like it was dumb and didn't make no sense?
That what the boy tryna told everybody

Man! That ain't what he talkin' bout

Man, I'm tryna tell you

Sometimes times movin by me
Sometimes times movin slow
Bruh
Y'all aint ready for the boy
Bruh
Cause Sin bringin pain from the jaws
Bruh
They know I