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and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit

like mine, oh, and

another tip, if you want to hit the top, homie, You gotta
devote all your time

no minutes get by, gotta be home, when I die,

That's

Hong Kong
Lyrics and Spoken Text by Moy Eng and Music by Wayne Wallace

1st Verse
Clouds sit so low
I touch the floor of heaven
Water shimmers,

Safe + Sound

DJ Quik

The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale

2002

making ends 

Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around 

You know the moneys got you safe and sound 



Now i'm bout to take it back to 84

Chop a block 
Cuz a hitta be throwing fades 
I’ll take Adams rib playing the part like I’m David Wayne (David Wayne)
Bruce Wayne 
Cut the lights and I’ll

Stand Up

Lil Jon

Urban Legend [Clean]

2004

knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every

shit run up, steps can’t stutter
Mud footprints, this came from the gutter
Time to cut up
Stevie, wonder
Why this boy shit, sound so butter
This shit for

Mr. Carter

Jay-Z

In the Carter Chronicles

2008

I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me

Hey, Mr. Carter,

life or end up five feet under over night
Right beside the other guys
Catch these guys by surprise
Every time that they survive
That's me trying to be

I WONDER IF YOU, WONDER IF YOU,
WONDER IF YOU'LL COME ALONG!?
I WONDER IF YOU, WONDER IF YOU,
WONDER IF YOU'LL, HA, HA
I WONDER IF YOU, WONDER IF

Let's go

I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get

that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
But make it understood
You gone have to show me, I'm a O.G.
You want to overthrow me

[Chorus]

she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but

Fire Squad

J. Cole

2014 Forest Hills Drive

2014

you by half of you try
The other half of you fry, too high to actually fly
One day yall have to decide, who you gon be
A scary nigga or a nigga thats

the bat cave
Working hard cus I might misbehave
I'm on my own like that I don't need anyone
I've been doing it alone by myself all along
There's been times

Brasi"

On the road,  back to back for shows
And I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' fish, smell like a brick
I got that scent off that

6PM In New York

Drake

If You're Reading This It's Too Late

2015

to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that

wonder
Have you heard the sound yeah the sound of thunder
If you ever touch her Imma leave you 6 feet under
Trust me lil nigga you don't wanna make that

(uh-uh)
Names, I don't say those (nah)
Well-connected, I could get a table at Rao's (uh)
Made man, I like the sound of that (yeah)
Tell 'em that

This beat's so poppy
It could've been used by Elton John
Oh, no, here comes Wayne's verse
He sounds like an auto tuned frog

God forgive me
For doing

Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I was the first one fuckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was

followers but your music outed you
And by that I mean I wasn't impressed
Time to fly away from you lames call it a private jet
But first let's check this

the crew in the back
If you really going through it I’ll pursue that’s a fact
Wonder who is the rat
That be snitching imma cat
Better watch out what you

when at last you open your eyes
Do you think, do you think
I could let you touch me
I can't be your Wonder Woman
But say is it true, that if I don't