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Pop, Lock & Drop It [Remix]

Bow Wow

Notebook Paper

2007

Committee, pat'na

It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew

in his eyes These niggas gone talk
Know they ain't gone slide
Cause last time I did you know one em
Yup
He tried to run got hawk with that fire
You

When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I'm

All For You

Wiz Khalifa

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

2019

of paying, lately I've been playing with digits
So much coming from these words, it's making 'em nervous
Ain't a thing by chance, everything you see

Baggage Handlers

Raekwon

The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1

2007

soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got

All Skool

KRS-One

Hip Hop Lives

2007

skool, I'm all skool

Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
Bo, bo, bo, bo

Flying and spinning an Orbital Switch 1440
Like Henrik Harlaut
That's how I B-Dog CASABON
They're gonna be inspired by this black Tanner Hall
I'm a one man

Yup, I know you tired man
I had to mention Michelin
They ignore you, walk away
And zone you out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope

(Frontline)
Daily it's a slaughter of the flesh call it a flatline (Uh Huh)
Strive for perfection in Him
No need to justify
By saying I'm not perfect by

dynamite 
Phone on blow up, yea she got that prototype 
Need yo number, like you caller number 9 yea, stay on the line, yea
Tryna make you mine by the end

Jet Fuel

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say

backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten

Price of the brick went up

Like Prop Joe and Marlo (uhhh)
Niggas moving hard dope (yup)
When they ask me what I know (yup)
I'm vacant like Chris Partlow

I'm off world with it (Yup)
Sniffin' K and poppin' X, it got my words twistin' (Okay)
Feelin' good, goin' do my dance and throw a swirl in it (Bitch)

than change (yah)
And I'm talking about the system that was made (made) and the way
We judge others by they're religion and race (race)
It's a disgrace,

control what the rest of you do to me but I control my reaction
This is that I don’t believe in me (Nope)
This is that people deceiving me (Yup)
This is

Hahahahahaha
You can never be on my level
Bankshield
Me on ma level (Magnom)
Level, level, level, level yup
Level, level, level, level, level
Me

cap, man really be getting bags
Know a bunch of niggas that will smoke niggas just like a pack of fags
Talking cigerrets by the way (C'mon)
Please dont

saving chances
Cause I was craving dances
On my laps by exotic dancers
Chasing romances
That proved to be psychotic cancers
That killed my psyche
Just

on a mission you can't even fucking stand by us
I'm walking with my bands up
Walking wit' my hand tucked
Walk in with this cash yup
I'm walking wit a bag tucked

grab it by the neck and murder it
I get to moving I'm just learning what my purpose is
The bourbon spins the brain around but Alice says that ain't

the sub-frame
Blinded by electron cloud, projectiles down
Quatrocentro quality lines, aint know he had the jam the cut
The shit with filling, rhymes is Washington

uh huh

Aye I been through some
Shit I never thought would happen
Aye first they show you love and then
They start the cappin'
Yup that's why I don't

and wreck up the floor 
Catch me rockin' like a star yeah on top of my car
Raisin' hell bail out to the nearest strip bar
Hardihar by far yeah I'm higher than