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married I'm dropping a single
These niggas be fans like bleachers
Don't gotta pretend  just be you
Limo the tint  can't see thru
Your intentions is clear I

Big Bang Theory

CPO

Tha Eastsidaz

2000

comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels

it till it make me feel different
Make me think the pain a wonderful feeling
I'm addicted
Sip it out the seal i double sealed
What I feel I can't

Uh, bitch I'm addicted to getting the brain
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby

never wanted beef

I know these streets with my eyes closed
So my worst fear is to die slow lie low
'cause in '05 you flipped the five-o
And I know,

to get high
I swear the world got me stressed

Nigga, I'm the best
I'm just smokin' just to get by
I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat
Head on my

off 
You hanging these positions   
Got me reminiscing 
You ever need a gone get 
I think a met

Yeah
I'm addicted to sloves
I can tell about ya pro

Higher

SBTRKT

Wonder Where We Land

2014

motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a scholar of my vengeance, I'm as spiteful as my father
I forgot his birthday back when I was ten, he

My President

Nas

The Recession

2008

Buy all these school shoes buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to polos
Love me some spinach dip I'm addicted

Eazy-Duz-It

Eazy-E

Kool Rap

1988

8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that

everybody you can 
Screw everybody you can 
In these last days of man 
Gotta make a stand before the ball drops and the world pops

While Jesus Saves I spin

R.O.C.

Memphis Bleek

M.A.D.E. [Clean]

2003

buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it

Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin'
Up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules
To these streets
Somethin' I learned in school

Beef

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor II

2004

Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats

y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't

Hey, you say you really
A get active out your body
N**** pull up street smart
N**** bought a chop and
Picked a book up
S*** a happen fast you'll be

that you
Gabbin' to the captains
I'm passin' by yo' block with them ratchets
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)

Yo Spesh, let me get 'em
Yo, a street

and all i got is more fire to come
a lotta cats is nice, but im liver than them
and these ATL streets, is what im tryin to rise up from
by any means just

and I went and did that
Who gon stop Q
Man nobody in his tracks
If I'm gone be great
Gotta step up to da plate
Hit that ball out da park
Like name was

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

Duckin
Family talk about him
Why he in these streets what happened
Thought he'd stick to the field where niggas ran the Ball and tackling
But that ain't

got this shit down dot my I's and cross my T's
Man I swear I feel like Uzi the way I stay on my Q's and P's
What I say
Man these mothafuckas fake
Don't

on the street, nigga
Don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga
Don't say shit everybody want the ice and
Everybody want to ball
But everybody ain't trill
So

Yeah i'm feelin' this one Q
This a classic pachino Life

These rappers is so old need to retire rap
Fuck with young Coz
'cause I'm where that fire

Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah

Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah