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afraid to let him pick up a pen
Cuz he gon merc you with a smile
Bitch you know you deserve it
Test that boy one time he might send you to hearses
You gon

Sudden Death (Interlude)

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

effect
And black caught [Incomprehensible]

No don't test me, checks from the ass to the throne
Grown, I'ma do it my way, oh, by the way, I don't play
So

Sudden Death (Interlude)

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

into effect
And black caught ?
No don't test me
Checks from the ass to the throne
Grown, I'ma do it my way
Oh, by the way, I don't play
So what you

fuck
It's unlucky it u try me
So go head and test yo luck
I got sulfur for them snakes
D-Con for them rats
Shawty stay calling me daddy
When I hit it

than eat
Hear more than a roar or a floor board creek

Who’s that, two cats ain’t jack to me 
Proved that. Moved racks like factory
True facts, two rats

Heavy Ammunition

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

WHASSUP?!

Chorus: {vocal samples)

"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Flapjack
Gotta stay strapped 
Backpack
Skrt off
Hatchback
Test me like a lab rat sweats taking Asvab 

Maaaan 
I know that I got me a lot to say
A lot

that nigga rat I'm exposing bruh
Yeah that nigga talk reck but not showing up
And how come the racks it's not folding up
The shirt and the belt made by

and nuh have no mout'
Yiy toad out
Them tone out
When we see boy ah gunshot, we nuh stone house
Inna my world, rat affi dead cah we nuh grow mouse
Ah we tek

How Hard Is It?

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by

ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast

Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all

que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare

Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,

and your bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got

me so why trust again (NEVER)
If he got some sense then he won't test his luck again (DONT DO IT)
But we can't let that slide, so that nine a (BOOM

your chest or some
Say it with your chest or somethin'
Y'all aint gone test or none
Y'all aint gone press or none
Y'all aint gone step or none
Y'all aint

a couple of
Grew up with minimum had to chase a buck
Watch my back my sides can never test my luck
Theres been nights I couldn't go home
Other than my main

Anti drill
Anti drill
Anti drill
Anti drill
All things considered I shoulda known better than let a rat get near my cheddar
Saw my chains

the wrong move
Slideeee
Damn right ima slide for my Brava
Slideeee
Ina trenches nigga all we got is Eachova
Slideeee
Been waiting the test these bullets
Said

keep the machines, you can test your luck, nigga, we gon' put you in the wrong slot
Nigga was dissin', we had to spin , nigga, got caught the wrong spot

Test, test, test
I'm not even singing on this, that's the cold part
Not right here at least

This sound like, what you wanna listen to tryna catch

Northside on my chest, but I'm from the west side
Whole mind full of stress, I just need to get by
Mole crimes for the test-nigga what's an ex I'm

and nobly less rated
within his family probably most hated
To Christ related
Highly debated
You might know this boy
By the name of David
Raised in crawls

Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
This is the shit that you Jugg to
Pussy gotta cat
I got hell to put fire too
Mice wanna rat
I know big game trap
That'll blow