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a friend, shit the more the merry
I say lets have a slumber party, now they draws confetti
You know they say, what goes up, must come down
Tell em if my dick

Live It Up

2Pac

The Outlaws of Comedy

2005

I ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy

The Player Way

Eightball & MJG

Tha Remix Album

2005

the drop 
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it 
'Less there's TV's in it 
I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat

Ya heard me?
Ah

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not

by myself so you know what I'm on
Gelato in backwoods, I'm high like a drone
She wanna fuck now, she know that I'm on (Keed talk to 'em)
Say you do

Basketball

Kurtis Blow

The Best of Kurtis Blow

1994

cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'

serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3 [LP]

2017

ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid

You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,

Hands on my shirt, mine on her skirt
As soon as our heads get down in the dirt
I hope in the Uber and tell my boy (Skrt)
Bitch I'm sneaking
Hiding all my

D.A. got that dope
Ay, yeah

Tell your friend she invited (invited)
And I know she gon' like it (like it)
Pull up to the gate, it's private

answer My phone 
Tell them folks I’m not home 

But momma ain’t that 

Boy stay up out my business 

Do your dirt all by ya self 

Only God Can judge 
You

Good Ole American Way

Justin Moore

Justin Moore

2009

I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it

I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

Joan Baez

From Every Stage

1976

and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,

Wannabe

Krizz Kaliko

Kickin' & Screamin'

2012

lucky
All that my bigger brother tell me take another ass whoopin’ and see
By the rock ‘em sock ‘em roll bottle he believe that the owner is me
He

didn't come
Prolly see the kid and run
Prolly come and kick it with an ET, show 'em my EP
Fuck around and kill 'em by the millions
Everything I brew turn

keepin it blunt. Mediocracy kills
And when they askin for me
Tell em that I said it's been real

I'm killin it, im feelin it
I walk in the vicinity
They

I add that boy up to my hit list
Give my shoot a couple hundred Tell em get em gone by Christmas
BakkHouseVillains on a come up And I go by NDaMenace

Woo, woo
Yeah
Gone put em on wax, these niggas is rats (rats)
I'd tell em the facts, but nigga that's tax (tax)
The bitch got no heart, she play you

mothafucka
He got like forty
Leave em thrashed
Leave em wrecked, mothafucka
Hit the deck, motherfucka
Deaths a check, mothafucka
Tell me what the fuck you

these nigga biting 
No time for fighting, grab that Thunder, and get struck by some lighting 
They steady hating 
Waiting on the drought boy can you see?

nigga biting
No time for fighting, grab that Thunder, and get struck by some lighting
They steady hating
Waiting on the drought boy can you see?
I got

That’s just funny
Where the fuck the ladies at to
Help me do something? No
Believe I would tell ‘em, to
Get a man with cheese, a white man breeds
I’m left

That's too bad She gotta go 
Tell that bitch huddy
Now she really mad
Cuz her nigga want me 
That boy wack He just want me cuz these racks on me

Me