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cause you a fuckin' lame
I ain't be chillin' with the gang, bitch, I'm workin' with the gang
Countless hours in the studio, bitch, I ain't seen a day
Hey,

You see I knew me in the past life with Jerry curl lox
Walking down the street and bopping to my boombox
Playing up my mixtape making sure my music

just keep it real by design
And my mama done raised me right
I took it all in over Father Time
I feel like it's made me one of a kind
With a new state

Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off

her good ain't last round
When I make money I measure by pounds (BANDS)

Momma told me eat my greens
(Wha)
Fell in love wit green
(Ou)
Rock off white

Studio thugging while I'm smoking blk's
12 couldn't find me I been hiding out for days
Hellcat piston I just put it in my Honda
Left em in the rear

In the Haughhh!

Insane Clown Posse

Beverly Kills 50187

1993

sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch

or LSG write that on me if I die
Long live Fazo nigga
Long live my pops acting like you dumb we gon send a whole lotta shots
Gang shit niggas know what

bad, oh my G
I might rock in my chain, vivis
Quater mill on my watch, no cappin
All these ice gat me freezing like Jack
None of this niggis impress, they

name but
See me? I've got no deal
I'm hungry, I ain't eaten
I've had no meal
It takes determination but I go still
In the studio night shift, non-stop

face
Oh, how I hope you look in every place
And now my heart beats to the base
'Cuz you know that I'm the one you see
Just come with me, I'll show you

how you approaching me
I’m from the Southside Southside
Mob ties mob ties
Haters tryna stop my shine
(Uh huh )
They don’t want me live my life
(Uh huh)

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there

green when I sit on my throne
Got by my side a queen, she covered in diamonds only no gold
She moves titanic while walking, so cold
But she loyal to me

should look to the sky and shout it out so
As these days turning into weeks
It seems when I'm in the studio's the only time I speak
Testifying to my mic so

man money she tryna keep?
She wasn't with him in the studio makin' them beats
Bitch, you wasn't with me in the studio makin' them beats (woo)
Put

Blackman

RaRa

Us or Else

2016

because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?

Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'

Long live me
Ima live free
Ain't nothing glorified
Sleeping with dis 45
Trust is never given
Like that game I chose
Wasn't chasing hoe's
It was mo

(Rap) Superstar

Cypress Hill

Body Parts

2000

gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head

on a building while all these niggas looking down on me
Riding for my gang but I'll always be on my lonely
My riders be riding but they be walking the walk
Fast

her by the pinkie
I want me Nissan 350

My ex really sleepin on me
Nine to five grind on the daily
I'm in my studio with a barbie
She loves pink her

really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t

Eye
Off top no rehearsal, RIB salute
Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal, my man
Still in shock of the loss of Afeni & Pac
His spirit lives on, it won't

no Hemi
In my image, all I didn’t
I ain't had to pull no gimmicks
Multi-millionaire, I'm still rocking Dickies
Just got off the phone with P
Told me