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my bid in bitch & hit these licks real quick
Don't trip you little trick for all that Tricking you doing
I don't have time for all that bullshit

walk reset 
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due 
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool 
48 feet not lovin that's cool 
Think you're out in

walk reset 
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due 
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool 
48 feet not lovin that's cool 
Think you're out in

I Refuse Limitation

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in

Brooklyn

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides [Clean]

1999

back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)

Yo, sometime I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been

cheese up/ that was bus fare to get me back across the East/how I met the hustlers that got my back up off the streets/1 for you 2 for me/2 for 5, 1 for

to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock

lonely today
A haunting voice in a doorway
Being sheltered by the rain
If you hear that sound
You're bound to have found her again

Fuckin Wit a Psycho

X-Raided

Psycho Active

[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Straight fucking with that sisqo, it

5 A.M.

The Lost Boyz

LB IV Life

1999

a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried

Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that

Listen
Currently my life is based on simply fucking getting by
Promised me that one day I will build a fucking enterprise
Might of failed like 6

Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something

with no worries, so here I lay
Just thinking about my future and the shit I'ma be doing
Glad, I'm not a kid in these streets
That's busy shooting, I'm

turn and think that you are by my side

So I leave my bed and I try to dress
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are

the streets and I
Dance in the alleyway
I'ma run up on yo' block
'cause you hella gay

Yo was the, was the gay thing not cool?
(yeah, that's, that's
Chill

get defeated in a flash
You really gonna be the boss, can't keep secrets from the staff
I learned that in the streets, nigga sweeping trash
Keeping

To make hits spending long nights in his basement
Yea while y'all were all scared to hit stages
I was busting rhymes at the eighth celebration
Like that

as fuck and they act like lames
I was up in the trap when the house got raided
Niggas was faking, pointing every location
And that's why I'm up by myself

like Chester
You was the richest in the world now your second
You wanna die the richest and I see it by your efforts
So good at playing Chess ain’t

And talk to my dog while I'm high in the kitchen
You bitches can miss me
I dog and I trick you
Leave quick in a jiffy, got powers like 50
I'm good with that

Rap Like Me

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House [Clean]

1990

that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak

on the microphone
That's when all the lights go off
Man, I was so fucking depressed
I got my license took
Cheap skate for cheap thrills
Still homies take pills

call me Drayko David Blaine, cause I got all type tricks
Put me in an awkward situation, I'm like, "Aw type shit"
You need to hear the shit that I'm