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Oochie Wally

Nas

Nas & Ill Will Records Presents: QB Finest

2000

honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass

to rhyme like me
Take them 3 or 4 times, and you might become a guru, chief
Sitting on your throne watching over all of history
Just don't take a whole bag

through the heat
Just to light you the way
I'm inspired and ignited by the choices we face
So you can miss me with the who's best
Cuz you flex and the ice

on my body, your body
Not like I've
Ever been touched by nobody
Is this what they call amore?
Inch by inch
Skin to skin
I
Lost my heart to your summer

it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

will do these things, I won't stop bitch

I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you

the risks
Tap you like credit add my tip for interest
Come max me out till you feel like dropping
It don't matter how deep we're in this
Can't buy my love I'm

was way too slow
Why you think we switch up to 3 double Os?
Don't blow for blow, just pokes for pokes
Bro's on the ride, he's telling me go
Repeat that

these chips like FritoLay ('Lay, 'Lay)
Come through here, do all that cappin', you gon' fuck around, be DOA

Representin' to the max (yeah)

and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm

Glaciers of Ice

Raekwon

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm

tragically we deeply thugging and freaks we shoving
Out them fawns with them twenty inch neepers tugging
See boys don't see the candy bleeder don't leave

make wars not love, killing left to right like a god from above
This is never going to stop, my gun goin' ra pa pa pa
I don't understand what you mean by

glass
Where you park? Them two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We

Triplets

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

Quadriplegic any squad that want to squab when I'm heated 
Not even God can believe it the way we regulate 
And levitate heavyweight niggaz like they was

messing with my vibe
Don't fucking up my shit
I only took like 2, 3 addys, with-a side of wiz
Give me max like 4, 5 hours you can handle it
I don't know if

told y'all niggas
All you need is 3 mics
Hit a nigga like me, DJ Ray G
Quavo, tell 'em
3 mics, 3 mics and a DJ (Huh)
3 mics and a DJ (Huh)
3 mics, 3 mics

back up the way you talk it, rumors get around
If you heard the news about the Three then you know we planted like a tree
It's a breeze the way we taking

Party Hard

Beenie Man

Blue Crush

2002

the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J 
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play 

Drop top

loud noise
I love a bad boy
With a big toy
Why don't you hit from the back
Make it plowboy
I like a bad boy
With a big toy
Climb me to the max
Make some

Trynna stay up at out the game
Won't stop calling my name
I can't be around no lames
I'm a menace just like Kane
All my niggas they got aim
Don't you

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We don’t give a Fokoo bout you
Ago fly my kiddies
Overseas make you see
We don’t give a Fokoo bout you
By

know just where to kiss
To get you breathing
Baby, I don't know much but
I know you by heart

I know you by heart

Nothing like sex on a Sunday
We got

doesn't matter
Ayo I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit