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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

broken both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?

want their gushy
I'm all about my bread, about a stack or a bag
And if your energies off, you need to take a step back
Knick-knack, patty-whack, give

Smoking all gas 
I ain't checking my milage 
Ima take off 
Yea I'm feeling like a pilot 
Whole lotta drip 
You can check out my closet 
Aint no

Dropped a song all by myself I did the mix and mastering 
Yeah yeah 

Lord knows it could be better but the point is that I did it 
Don't got no time

back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Yeah Yeah
They

I just wanna pool full of champagne, I just want some jewels on my chain
Imma take something from this pain, names on my list to aim
Mix of Bruce

She built like a mascot,man im from The same block unfortunate nigga 
Surrounded by havenots if you show Your stash spot you better off dead 
Put a hole

all these bitches around me I can’t keep them off my dick
Designer on me cost a lot I was taught to trap or die
the nigga snake me went behind my back

all these bitches around me I can’t keep them off my dick
Designer on me cost a lot I was taught to trap or die
the nigga snake me went behind my back

a fuck about
Mic cords, at night, swords get up
Together, black wrists get cuffed
I'm wishin' for a change
My man want his change in a cup
Yes, Sir, I'm in

3rd Coast

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World

2000

your shutters

See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have
Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash
Third coast, blind and shine like

sir, yes sir, yes sir
They know that I'm the main topic, you talkin' that nonsense, then throw it away

I saw that foreign ass girl in the parking lot

Make a Move

DMX

...And Then There Was X

1999

New York, 'cause niggas talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin' back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too

of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot

Stop selling them phones
That's wired to the federal government
Das what I'ma tell yah
Okay have a good day sir
Nah fuck a good day
Ayo my uhh lil

her games with someone else
He thinks and smokes
But all he's got time to do now is smoke

The woman is a threat, sir
She's got unpublished manuscripts

Ruff Ryders Anthem [Remix]

DMX

The Professional

1998

You better learn dude
yeah I heard you but I'ma hurt you
but you don't know? My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the team, which means
A lot

are my rhymes and spread like flue
They stick like glue
You sad cause they ain't written by you
Endless flows, Human form of Bangladesh
I hide my stash

gettin' full of this Henn' sir
In my pants, yeah I keep about ten sir
I'm a loner, no I don't need friends sir
Got about ten bad bitches in the Benz sir

blow your stash all in one day
Still do the dash on a one way
I grew around cash and the gunplay
Probably gon make it out one day
Mix the perc

I don't know man I'm just bored out of my mind
I just wanna hear some beats Wanna sit back and recline
Do a whole lot of nothin and act like

knuckles that try
To take money from me
See my money funny, n' I ain't joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N' I ain't even

knuckles that try
To take money from me
See my money funny, n' I ain't joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N' I ain't even

happen why yall forfeit?
Closet like a Foot Action I'm talkin' all kicks
Stash like Giannis from three I'm talkin' all bricks
She bad I'm shooting my shot