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Albums:

A Tribute to Celine Dion (Patti Lewis) · Plays Celine Dion (New Symphonic Orchestra) · A Tribute to Celine Dion (Celine Dion) · Unison/Celine Dion/The Colour of My Love (Celine Dion) · Plays The Music Of Celine Dion (The Moonlight String Orchestra) · 2 in 1: Celine Dion (Celine Dion) · Let's Talk About Love/Celine Dion (Celine Dion) · Celine Dion/D'Eux/S'Il Suffisait D'Aimer (Celine Dion) · Songs of Celine Dion (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Celine Dion, Vol. 2 (Celine Dion) – and 90 other albums »


a chaffeur drivin me around 

in the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel, on Fifth Avenue 

Steppin in Bloomingdale's, waitin for Celine Dion to get her
dustbones out
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we
enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dust bones out
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's
Still Lex knows
Gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico 
Bricks Fifteen Five
Celine Dion ties
Two Thousand dollar bubble
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington

[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
'cause them rednecks up in
We had the type of nights where morning comes too soon
And nothing was the same

Watch me, going out of the way
When I should've went home
Only time
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and 
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump 
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and 
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump 
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard 
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard 
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise

[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh

[Chorus: x 2]
Run
on this album if my man's and them rise

[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh

[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust an O down wit ya man, hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers 
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ

Come
to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
Four albums deep as a quester but still we payin' dues
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself
you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you
wrong, got four albums; stay consistant
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap,
to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself