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Breathe

Tech N9ne

Anghellic [2003]

2001

and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times

[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up

odyssée
Manie ass, go-al
So j'ai polarisé
Sous verres polarisés
J'vais ma niquer ma santé
Ça tue pas la risée
J'vais risquer, j'suis le risque
Nouveau né

Cloze Ya Doorz

Redman

Doc's Da Name 2000 [Clean]

1998

After we brawl an' fight, yo' bitch, I'ma ball tonight
At shows we so tight, we flow like it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell 'em what that dough

hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I

in themselves, as they're screaming for help
Nobody gives a damn about us, so it seems in this hell
No one to trust cause we're surrounded by dope

How to Rob

50 Cent

In Too Deep [Original Soundtrack]

1999

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm

the valley
All by herself, goin' on the ho stroll
Comin' back home late night with the bankroll
You know a bitch like that makes me sick
But I heard that she

Ne-Yo
“So sick of love songs”
You gave me, you gave me motivation
My music turned to love songs after every conversation
Why did you
why did you leave me

crunk but I ain't 'bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein' nice and lettin' shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I

[Chorus:

came to do this 
Writing to this money, like a C Note, these hos so sick like Ne-Yo
I only want the green, gotta get it any means, so I sip on that

dissing myself if I called you a son of a bitch (Oh)
Give it up for the Dips (Why)
Cuz it seems so simple (What)
That I'm so sick like a NE-YO single
I will

Back Up off Me

U.N.L.V.

Straight Out Tha Gutta

the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear

First Verse
{Tec-9}

I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make

know where I'm from
I ain't telling no lies
Get litty wit the gang watch the time fly by
I use to walk the streets now I gatta sick ride
Imma 305 baby

was as real as me,
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
Cause it's in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I

Nigga you embarrassing
Don’t you ever try to make comparisons
I speak a different language like it’s Arabic
As-salamu alaykum I feel bad for
Yo ass so

doggy style so much I need to go to the vet
Hotbox? More like a scorching pussy
Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie
Yo' banana in my mouth watch my

Pop 'Em Up

U.N.L.V.

Greatest Hits

in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo

uranium tips
When it hit's many
Mushroom clouds'll elevate
From the three foot by three
Foot hole Berettas make

A few times I been around that track
So

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I

And start to murder brothers if they don't keep low
This shit right here is a fucking fork in the road

I'm sick (He so nasty)
I'm sick
I'm sick (He so nasty)

much you kill yo semen,
Psychoactive human being
Eyes so low I look Korean,
Head steamin, funk bringin,
Old school rida gangsta leanin,
James & Tech N9ne

Sleep

Three 6 Mafia

Underground, Vol. 3: Kings of Memphis

2000

were wrote on the scent 
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp 
in the land of protest a man-day

indeed
They tell it how it is... or so the shit cunts believe
In that miniscule cerebral, driven by that evil 
Spirit up inside 'em, sickness need asylum

to known to rip shit up
So keep yo' chains up
'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up 'fore I bust two at your truck
Draped in all