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cookin' up so we can eat
It's automatic cause a panic when I'm at it
Never had it, Woods bitch I'm back at it
Flowin' like a semi-automatic
All she cared

Before I start this battle and
Get in your biz
Gotta thank you for your music
That helped make my kids
Before I gas you up and
Make your head any

(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that

you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna

to make these new moves
Searching for a new groove
What’s up kid?
What it is dude
Just trying to stay cool
Living by my own rules
I gotta get back

a raging hit
Starving off the rich
Marching for the future
Of all of these kids
Got too many broken homes and addicts
Victims of the system
By an order

No One Can Do It Better

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly

Send a few niggas to the Lord when you air that bitch out
We was kids hitting Pitts  on snouts
Jumping fences, fucking bitches, B.N.E.'s
Live by

kids
Before she 21
We 19, so get the top
And leave when she done
Fast forward a couple months
She had my nigga son
Heard my song "I See It"
And tried

This is a old record
The children use to sing this in church
It's an old church song listen

You ain't fucking with me
You stupid mothafuckaz
If you

Blessings on blessings don't tell my enemies
Bitch niggas and loud tones fuck up my energy
I really hope nobody think I need em cause imma make it

prime shoot like number nine 
He dead already put em in a song he die 100 times 
It's a war stupid
Better up yo gun cause bitch im upping mine

Silent NDA

games like ima fold
But ima wipe a nigga nose
Up the Glock and let it blow
Niggas dissing through songs
Than see me and wave
But I ain’t friendly so ion

into the munchie stash
Kill it then I dump the bag, junk food'll make you fat
I can feel it comin' back, I can barley stomach that
I'm throwing up these

What the Deal

Funkdoobiest

Brothas Doobie

1995

are with their babies
The kids are playing handball and it's about 80
I rolled out with T-Funk, in the t-bird
Pump the t-bass, hell of course, then we

and his compact discs
And his boys stood around sayin (yo, he dissed you, kid)
Straight up, and I flip while a hype man 
Cuts you to pieces without

I pull up nigga yea
Its alright
Thro ya hood up nigga
N Fye yo wood up nigga
Dis how I pull up nigga yea
I be round dem trap kings
Hand slappin Dem

do the Process and repeat

Keep yo guard up
Gotta keep a ratchet
With a battery and charger
Think that I won't pack it
Is you stupid
It's unheard

No disrespect but Queens got this shit locked D
Yo New York get the bloody money, kid watch me
You know my tempo, I can do it fast or slow
Eat some

Divine Blood to cleanse their souls of sin
Never heard of the Christ? Yo, where ya been?
Pick up a Bible, it's all about Him
Pick up a Bible, it's all

trying
Tryna bring up all the shit that you been buying
Bitch you need to give yo kid some fuckin time
That's what really matters if you didn't know it
If

Ayo max the piece of shit (Shu-Shu)
Shut yo bitch ass up
Don't even fucking come near me
I will break your fucking neck
And you left that

Touched

UGK

Ridin' Dirty

1996

comin' up cold
Talkin' down on my name and what it's all about
You niggas better be gettin' some cut and get my name out yo mouth
'Cause I dunno why you

nobody heard what I said on the bus
I could barely freestyle, it was all written
Didn't have a deep voice when I was spitting
Wrote stupid songs, it was