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down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three

down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom

The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three

The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM!

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us

One on One

281 Boyz

Chopped and Screwed 2003

2002

of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
with a fat sack
D-Roc

nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so

King Tatie
This bar is closed down
I’m closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
I'm in a physical mind zone
Lyrical psycho
I get more likes

spike it
Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis
But I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero

ABCD EFG
Even with the alphabet
I'll give you 3rd degree
QRS TUV
Spazz on the track W Y S E

ABCD EFG
Even with the alphabet
I'll give you 3rd degree

a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)

And the Pope can't save your soul,

a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)

And the Pope can't save your soul,

of thinking
That was the worst of the crimes
By the time they killed Ms. Bonnie
She had already died 3 times

A full moon was flyin’
The wind was high

off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

Live by the code, die by

First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three

rock on)
We keep going

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between

Soul Power

Common

Electric Circus

2002

rock on)
We keep going

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between

out of his door
Without making a sound
The tracks on the ground
Made by one person's shoes
They came and they suffered
Enduring abuse
8 @ 3:01 PC3

Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

and walk right out the door
Ask God for forgiveness for them times before
And now I'm rocking Christian I'm talking Dior
Don't want no hellcat I want me

Po' Folks

Connie Smith

Born to Sing [Box]

2001

shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer

Neighbors Next Door

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I

Dirty Beats

Reprazent

In the Møde

2000

| 3x
I don't where to stop when I see low
Can you see that you see the door

What you think you could just step it of the street
If you don't get

the war
Tik-tak click-clack bodies drop to the floor
Yeah I pull up to your crib with my ten by four
In the matte black foreign with the butterfly doors
I

Warning

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

down, dope beat, polite sound
Dump, you heard it through the track in the speed bump
You need somethin to rush off, here take this poem
Inject it in ya