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How I'm Comin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

fall.
Down will come the monkey, banana clip, and all.
Splat, (buck, buck, buck) it's all over wit'.
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit.
The way I'm

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

Jesse Owens
Matter fact, pass you up like Tyreek Hill
Doing it all by God's Will
Niggas be playing and toying, but I got the steel
They don't want beef

Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,

album texte grivois, pourtant j'suis dans ma quête (ouai dans ma quête)
Cet album y'a mille voix, c'est un peu comme dans ma tête (comme dans ma tête)

that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album

Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that

When you hear it

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

Act II: T.I.

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car

one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In

i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded


he a real

harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true

M independent
How I get drippy if i ' M independent ?
How I make hits if i ' M independent ?
How I make bitches if i ' M independent ?
How I make

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

on me
Baby girl, these is not McQueens
These Rick Owens
Wait 'til my bitch daddy go to sleep
Hit a lick on him he soft
Back in the day my daddy took

robbed by some of my bros (damn)
All of them hit me up for they dro now
I guess karma comes and it goes
Funny how this shit play out
Funny how the world

the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What

tame
I keep a bade up on my waist
In case you try me any day
I swear I'll make it through the rain
He kept it a buck
She keep it a hundo
I keep it a K
My

9th Inning

Missy Elliott

9th Inning

2012

I'm a beast in the booth, I'm just sayin'
(Yeah!) I make 'em wanna get low
Duck wit' it, buck wit' it, let's go
Every time I spit a rhyme, it's

might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit

Leaf

A$AP Rocky

Live Love A$AP

2011

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick

Who rocks mics?
Thought was fact
Thought was fact
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
Fuck that shit up
I'm

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick