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New York, New York

Tha Dogg Pound

The Very Best of Death Row

2005

Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man)
Turn your speakers up, money
Yo, God (yo, God?)
Yo
Yo, I got mad skills
Isn't that Money?

New York, New

careless that you came from under 
So when you on top you can show off yo hunger adjust to the niggas 
That fell off and sunder

Got Ultimate goals no

a single hand
I got 50 songs so imma name the album many men
The way I see it I get rich or die trying
Get it by any means so best believe that I'm eyeing

R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I

Three MC's and One DJ

Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys Anthology: The Sounds of Science

1999

(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some

Incredible

General Levy

Best Reggae Album in the World...Ever!, Pt. 2 [Virgin #2]

1994

us say us must be sick and must be ill
Test the daddy MBeat unnu better go write your will

C'mon!
(Lord have mercy)

So wah, booyaka booyaka,

like uh failed event
I really don't hang wit humans or trust em cuz they so so
Niggas uh tell on you before uh camera made by go pro
I was raised ta neva

Or maybe in two days 

Up in the morning and already yawnin' bitch hit me with the 
Good morning
I know she want some mm so I text her no I'm sick 
Blue

Wheaties

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

that ass out ten ways ta Sunday. So you better eat your Wheaties!

Tech N9ne:
My energy's pumpin'
Its finna be sumthin' ta see
'Cuz when I be

I Don't Give a Fuck

2Pac

2Pacalypse Now

1991

What's up?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up 
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This

Indwelling Sin

Lecrae

Rebel

2008

Remember house parties, kissing in the dark?
Man that was innocent fun come on

NOW don't start
See dawg I live by the Spirit so I don't gratify
All

fuck Jesus, and fuck all the saints
Yo Sick-Oh, let's hit him with that Flesruoy Llik taint
Everyday I wake up and have a flashback
Of the night when I

happens too often to the real ones
This shit happens too often to the real ones
Yeah tired of my niggas tired of they mama crying
So sick of losses being

you're go-o-ne

I said, oh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch (touch)
I said, oh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when

ass the door
I got that brand new sound
Built it up from underground
Got that fire by the pound
So light the gas and hit the ground
Yo I got that brand

at the done ups
Try stand by me in the club like they sum up
But I only roll with my lizzy, never cuff up

They have to show love to me
So they can grow with me

Kyere me na me yo
Soma me na me k)
Agya kyer3 me na m3 yo

I was blinded by the devil
Chasing the mills
Na me p3 se me show some levels
I was all about

forget that I got called "nigga"
On Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that
Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at
Cause they don't want niggas

I'm kinda sick with these twisted gimmicks but that's a given
I see that grimace has risen, you look disgusted, pimpin'
So get jabbed in ya notepad,

[Chorus: x2]
I've been around the world I ya
Freak so many girls I ya
The women I done seen I ya
Some freaky little things I ya

Yo, ya bet

Yeah
Check it
Yo, yo
Man, my mental is cut through some pain like a chainsaw

Now my brain's wrong, think I'm cursed, going AwoL
I've been running

I'm always so wired
But I am inspired
I can't lose my way
Yo fuck sallie mae
I ain't got the bread
So suck it instead
They running my pockets
But I am

alive
I want you right by my side baby...
Even when I'm all alone I picture you right by my side baby...
Oh, yeah it's so pathetic
But I'm so

never got proved wrong by lying, huh
Shit all fun and games 'til you got a funeral and yo' bitch ass muva is crying, huh
They say you disrespectful no