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Oh, that's a good name for it!

KANYE: You see? We earn the
Right to be called
Genius between the two of us we have won
19 Grammies, sold over 21, 000

Gun in my hand 'bout to shoot
Quadruple my bread
Two times two
Yeah my money stack all the way to the roof
My money stack all the way to yo boo
My

in the streets
I need a platinum on my wrist
Had a lot of sex
Surprised that
I don't have a kid
Let that sink in
These niggas is two face
Let that sink

to lies by the press
I've built an immunity
Movies, novels, and music
I work like it's two of me
Writing this song in first-class on
My way to LA on the lay

Get 2getha Again

AMG

Rhythm-al-ism

1998

clever lyricist

Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century

Well, I guess by

for the gold, so why not go for the Grammy,  

[Verse 2]
Soo many sessions in my whip, 
You'd think the whole ohio stadium was in my shit,
Get it, O's,

And my heart is cold
So I'll always fold
If you give me trust not to fuck other hoes
I know that I'm grown
But something just holds me
Back from

hurt
Friday night we getting murked so fuck do you want
I got this vodka in my lungs
First time that I vaporized honey I think I took to much
I'm seeing

I'm not in a gang but got my tithes they hit you where it hurt
He mad his friend got shot we left em' dead don't trip we wanted you first
I'm bound

the plan since a shorty
Pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (go)
She told me she like how I'm dressin' and I ain't eatin' no salad (uh-huh)
Stevie

so needy
Put this shit on repeat
Play my shit on repeat, ooo

Two songs in three years
Took too long to be here
But if you know, you know, I got four

Tell us fanny! 

Woman 2: 
tell us fanny! 

V17 Group/
what should we know?!?!

V18 Fanny
My husband and me, we disagree, whether it’s right we take

dogs Watch me kill another mic
The First Lady of the game like I’m Jackie Mitchell
Clique linked to me like a chain my queens drip in crystals
If you

Lift Ya Skirt

Ol' Dirty Bastard

A Son Unique [Not Released]

2005

Dirty Bastard]
Enough to make a nigga, go crazy
Shut down the Grammy's, ask my grammy
Wu-Tang for the kids, but your host can't stand me
Wu-Tang for

One thing's for sure
Two things for certain man
I be on one, Young Khalifa man, burn up

All my nights that I spent on
My own tryna find my way
All

yeah
(DJ Khaled)

Pull up in that two tone, got me feelin' like a Jetson
Let it out, my sneaky link, lil' shawty like my best friend
Pop a bag

we separate by miles
My shit ain't just defined by cash and clothes
Can't replicate my style
And if you text me hi, I don't reply
I'll send you back

a toddler
She turnin' two, she don't need diapers, she just need her papa
I really need a break, could really use a nap
My daughter barely recognize me

sounds) a one, two

Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My

bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I've got a legal gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
Say

Alone In Vegas Outro

Pusha T

Fear of God

2011

This the realest shit I ever wrote
Who you know sit in New York for 2 days around Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the money getters
About

by your fragrance I’m memorized by your taste. 

The way that all of this started exactly what we became. La flame.


Hook 
First flight, first flight,

my doubts at first
But i knew the answer without hesitation
I told them when i grew up
I didn't want them paying bills
By the age of 60 mom and dad now

love me by the shit that she said
And the shit that she did but I live on the edge
My brotha gotta drop and he been smoking like Craig
I hope his P.O