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Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot like New Orleans
In Cosby crew and jeans (yeah)
Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene

Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot like New Orleans
In Cosby crew and jeans (yeah)
Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene

barrier when the Moiseyev
Dancers were in Los Angeles eddie and
Liz Fisher gave a party for
Them, and although I couldn't speak
A word of Russian, i got

a big ass hole in yo back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
I'm on some bullshit,

the ocean chill as shit 
Ironed my orange sweater and I Burnt a hole in it whyyy I'm just like Whyyy 

And You'll really love my orange Sweater sweater

pocket rocket
In my sweater again, bitch
We just shot at ya mans, I
Know niggas prolly want some revenge, ayy
I ain't gotta pretend, I'ma always keep

Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)

Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

Whatever It Took

X-Raided

Unforgiven

1999

on,
Run up in em,
Checkin' them niggas like a chess board,
'cause they be hatin', what'cha think I sport a vest for?
Premeditatin',
Yes Lord I got my

around with my gig money
You want your head in a hole, or a hole in your head?
You better dig dummy!

E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?

I'm

I’ma start this off by saying I’m the king (Yah)
Whole world in my hands, got ‘em praying on their knees (Aye)
Killer bee with a pretty queen, yeah

like a backspin
Yeah, like a backspin

We got the jazz, my man

Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk
Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work

Lough Foyle

Robin Williamson

A Glint at the Kindling/Five Bardic Mysteries

Bur my good luck was not all departed
I got infected in both the ears
Some kind of hole in the two of my ear drums
Till not a single order I could hear

and you know that we chilling
You niggas gone hate cuz my life is so thrilling
You niggas gone die by the villain
Nope
Ain't got the time today
Niggas be

my sweater baby lemme keep you warm
Breakfast in the morning to the sound of the alarm
Cut from different cloths designer is all I got onn
Bands can't

shaded faced in rap

Fill in the lines, say what's next, go ahead, place ya bets
Spray a tec, sprained my neck, may just bet I laced a vet
I got love for

Huh?
Yeah
Produced by me
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri

The Gas Face

3rd Bass

Rap: On the Lighter Tip

1992

spectrum, this done by red man 
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan 
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy! 
Tell all the people that their

Verse One

Aye Look 
This repertoire, got me decisive who I’m stepping on 
Road trips, through the Carolinas like I’m Eddie Long 
They speaking down,

Microphone

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too

in fair & sight
 
   I'm going wash now
     old Pavia down,
    & pack my salt
      to Either Town 
    Cliffs of Antique
    aint got no rose,

the most Lalaloopsies by far
In Bloxburg hit you with my car

Eddie Munch on the train
Steve on the train
McDonalds on the train
We're on the train
Gee-lie

In a wide body like Price Fisher, neck full of ice it's a light fixture
Range color Ensure it's insured

My bitch too bad she don't got a bag I get

racing to the morton center,

Three dui's, got me fading like eddie vedder,

Im trying to hide it, faking till my credits better,

Get that poster signed