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Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

says your dead by manana 
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot 
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is

Hoggin' and Doggin'

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

[Chorus 2X:]

I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo

you can bash them, but they won't fall
Never
Got me cashing in these racks but they still stand tall
Stand tall
Nah nah, nah nah
Nah nah, nah nah
Nah

We going up
Smokin on dope by the week
SWV how she got me weak
She sucking me up 
She a leech
I trap on the block
Gotta get to the breesh
We step

The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through
But I'm still shining, baby

Baby all I want is you (Yeah) 
Everythang that we been through
See I can't let you go (Naaaaaah)
I'm inlove wit you fasho
We can still be having fun

I like fuckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home

Lil Sum Sum

Do or Die

Headz or Tailz

1998

on the scale, even if a brotha fails
I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you
baby girl come chill with me
you could learn a lot of skills with

in the pipe
X’d out mark the crosshairs 
I’m calling it a night

Ayo Prem it feels good to be back home baby!
Yo! yo!

The big return like 
They

Good Vibes
Only Good Vibes
Baby by my side
Baby by my side
When we gon' slide
When we gon' slide
OutSide but we still copped up
Cooped up
It ain't

honest
I don't give a fuck
But that shit, is clear
Smokin' that shit, ye
I got it from Vegas
That bitch call my phone
While I movin' that bricks
Up in

me
I got sour i got runtiez we i got sherbert by the tree
This a blow out wit these poles out we be Smokin oops for free
New year but the same rules

I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was

Walk On By

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

can't get shit from me 

You ain't smokin' my lye 

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by 

All you bitches just walk on by

Growing up the fastest, bilingual bastards
Trying to get it dawg and we still ducking taxes 
Build it all up and they still wanna bash us, yea

And we was

Cause the world still racist and the police still shootin'
And these people only talk about some motherfuckers lootin'
Hold on Pelle you know this ain't

(Let's go) 
Know a nigga can't stand me (Stand me)
Smokin' on gas, real weed (Real weed)
Mix the Sprite with my codeine (Codeine)
Glock-40 gon' hold

Big Poppa

The Notorious B.I.G.

MTV Party to Go, Vol. 8

1995

mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got

Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

Mobb Shit

Keak da Sneak

The Appearances Of: Keak da Sneak

2001

Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. 

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz 
Wit a bad ass bitch

Love is complicated
Doesn't really have
A particular definition
It's just interpreted
By how each person sees it
The one you love
Loves someone else