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no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

head is at their height
Or you grab the system and you flip it by the head
I'm a take control and make a villain with this red
They don't look out for

All I hears chit chat on these tracks never do the spit facts

They tell lies
I’m just tryna get by
Strap a zoot get high 
Need to get my head right

the time fly by, I say the world is mine

Green J's got me floating away
Bright lights got me staying awake
Back then yeah I was alone
Smile on my face cause

Yellow Brick Road

Eminem

Encore

2004

to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them

life go by so fast
I, really thought my childhood would last
Forever, but now I’ll never get it back
I’ve been thinking, ‘bout every track

Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this

intentions
Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate
When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate
More sour than lemonade, anyways
Different days

track of time
The bottle grows empty day after day
Night fades away, I'm caught by the dawn
Becoming unfocused losing my grip
She whispers only, riddles

Bangin'

Master P

The Best of Westside Connection

2007

but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this

tracks get spun like fidget 
Right now ain't no time for stooshness abeg get the fuck outta here if you're frigid 
I'm winning by sinning that's the way

what a fine
three days of golf he has had.
The always charming Champion is now taking time to
high five a young spectator and the boy,
the boy is

Michael Jackson
Still jeeted then I bill this pack up
Green come loud like my tracks are

Blazing that crow so I say which flavour
By CH go check that later

no way to know where to go on your own but
Maybe we'll find a way

Call in sick today
On The Big Day
Holiday, Green Day
Red letter day, hump day
Dog

the stacks stay intact just by gabbing on tracks
I used to ride it uptown then be cabbin' it back
Ain't really knew how to sling yet but it happened like that

is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great

on the track, track, track
Yeah, yeah
I'm the rapper
Sometimes I like to rap
And on other days, I'm sad
'Cause I'm Das Cash
Das Cash on da track
At this point,

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

and shine so bright
They dance in our head
The stars shine so bright 
They dance in our head

Standing by the railroad tracks
Smoke your last cigarette
Don't

let demise catch you by surprise
Fuck it till then lets get fucking high
Smoking on green everyday
Problems all go away
Dreams and hopes are at bay ay

jumping around
I grow my own, and I smoke it by the pound
Brian told me that it got his head straight
So we pass around a bong in the class all day
Under

jeg blikke lei

Rambow on the track det er fortsatt fire in the booth



Jeg vil bare catche green green (green green)

Ingen av oss hadde læg tro meg

And give me about
Thirty minutes at least
Eighteen tracks in one day
All throw always to me
But the streets say that it's heat
Know girls
That don't listen