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stay ten toes down
Ima go count my money, baby you can have none
My heart so cold, all these drugs my face numb
And if they want that woah, pull up with

Really, I'm getting sick of it
Walk in the garden for the kick of it
That's a beautiful flower, I'm picking it
Bring it up to my face, get a whiff of it
Get

all day, but hey, that's no shame
Relax my mind before killing this damn rap game
I swear I don't lie when I say that I have my pride
Pride in doing

won't get respect till the checks increase 
That's why they're 

Showing me love to my face
Turn my back and it's back to the doubting again 
Know how it

Deadly Melody

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun

lad"
I heard them say
From behind my back but I guess that
Is who I've become today

Crying to your mummy, she ain't coming
Ain't it funny? Stepping in

the deck
Got a Queen by the hand that’s a bet
Stack the deck
Keep a Queen by the hand nothing less
That’s a bet
Yeah
All of these standards and extras my

White Kids Aren't Hyphy

MC Lars

This Gigantic Robot Kills

2009

And everyone I know says I'm taking my chances
Cruising through Oakland, bumping Sage Francis?
San Jose rappers say they don't want to hear
Angry emo raps by

going to spite
Bring poison damage when I fight
Been weird ever since that one dog bite
Sniff five fat bitches stuck in tights
Because my inner dog says

track they better go and get the chalk
(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

I got 10 toes to the pavement I don't gotta say shit
Me and all my dogs in

takes ages
But I still do it like my mate David
Nah, I mean like my bro Dave
Me and MIST, that's a close shave
They fear this but they won't say, I'm

that's loom
Aye Hell yea
Surrounded by the spirits of my fam that's loom

Meditate meditate meditate meditate meditate meditate meditate yea
I'm getting

About Me

Busta Rhymes

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, Pt. 2

2009

the weakness in most of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, keep

to
Cus my crew is gonna run through you
Like a runaway
If you like the beat gbedi
Rasky booty track
But him gon he no soji
I say of you like the beat gbedi

hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you get nonsense
You even talk say fakers dey out there
Out where shey where you

and back
Hip-hop's Maurice Green the way
I'm running tracks
Man who could fuck with that, fam nobody
Gotdamn so hot, he got fans all on him, ahk
I said it

I'm running laps around the track
Just like a Racecar
Prince of my city
You can check my face card
In love with winning
Play it forward like I'm Neymar

on the same ride, different track
Some say that it's okay
To be down bad and dead broke
Waiting for God to answer (pray)
Any day, any day now
Pray for me (oh)

Loc, no joke, no joke!
I'm the man in the place
Punch you in the face, a gun in my waist!
It's Loc baby, a'yo w'sup Loc?
It's Loc, no joke, it's Loc
It's

the Porsche
Wanna call po's
Have me gettin' chased by the force
Didn't know I got dough
My case gettin' tossed
And I steal y'all hoes
That's why y'all base when

playin' with my jig, uh
Bad bitch wanna get on my Insta
I told the bitch to keep chill and be quiet
I got bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill 'fore a nigga

the folks like that, I'ma imprint their face up on my feet
Don't fuck with me, I'm Xandro by pain
You can call me Sayin' C, new Osme that I'ma have a brand

gotcha head noddin' 'cause your neck knows it phat
Check it out like this and then like that

My track packs energy like nuclear reactors
I be Mad

by what you finna do
In the future Ima fly by in a sky coupe
Uh-huh
Me and my niggas, in the coupe
I had to go get that boy straight out my face