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[Too $hort]
Beeotch!
Talk about these hoes Big..

[Notorious B.I.G.]
I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit

to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that

in the past
I fall in love too fast
Trust too much but I always come in last
Baby, you felt like the past
Now that's another heartache in the past

at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga

of dateline
Way too many tragedies at once, I need a take five
I miss the days when Taylor called me via FaceTime
Striving for the mountain top, they tried

and confused, pouring pain up out Of bottle
I lost too many feelings like a pill I couldn't swallow
My heart straight to a fathom, the memory Imagined How we had

His mercy on me
And I've been thinking 'bout the times we've had
So many heartaches, and the good gone bad
Felt like sinking, in sight of land
But we

drugs I could sell
You was always in the house by 12
I'm a young nigga dragging
Money in the mattress
Guns in the attic
Smoke for the addicts
Pyrex pot

right by my throat and I almost slit it
I couldn't live with it, the misery from all my failures I simply couldn't face
Three in the morning, by the dawn

Haikus/Sonnet/Shakespeare

Bo Burnham

Words Words Words

2010

couldn't write, that would suck
Well, I guess you could always go as Bobby Frost and own an ice cream truck
He was balanced like a simile and could stack

Well your army survived,
The rest have fallen inside,
I’ve got it going on in my life,
Too many heartache’s to confide,

Well they’ll all be coming

I grew up round drug dealers and misfits
But through it all I managed to be a good kid
Bellport the type of place many don't make it out
They chose

over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their
City

Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe [Remix]

Jay-Z

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is

(lets go)
I'm being kind with the rhymes,
But you've said too many fucking lies,
Your nipples are so low you can't take on this pro,
I'll wait til' you

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

peach interested in many flavors
I don't really talk when she talk I just savor
Every movement can be felt by the neighbors
You got to be my god by how

Why They Wanna Wish Death

Master P

Good Side, Bad Side

2004

life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted

Too many questions, an early goodbye
It's always the good ones before their time
It's always the good ones
There is no why

And I can't help but wonder

nigga Meaty, what up boy
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all

please tell us how much must we endure
We’ve tolerated too much, we can’t tolerate no more
For the next many ensuing days, about a hundred years or so
We

higher
These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer
Taylor Gang, my attire
I'm living life like The Wire
If she ain't fuckin', she fired

know I had a heartache
These bitches all fake
I found out the hard way
I keep my heart in a safe
All these bitches two faced
All these bitches too fake

whack shit
All that, nah I'm sayin?
Pac and all them, nah I'm sayin? Like

Ain't too many of us
Trust