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These cities and all of these hundreds and fifties

Came in ballin', they call us the big three
Known for steppin' on shit like a nigga with big feet

(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights

my hood
Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail
Then think they tell, should of knew they would
Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout

the smog
3:10 in the night, I'm screenin' booty calls
I'm plastic going through her drawers, tryna' feel withdrawals
They fiending our demise shine, what

fightin' over
Your man lookin' like his life over
We coulda had a lot of fun
Yo this mothafucka got a gun
Think I oughta run 3-10-4-6-6 dash 5-4-7-9
Hit

Hip Pop

Shabazz the Disciple

Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz)

2003

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage

Might only be three or four-thousand feet
I mean, all that altitude
Does is make it harder to climb it, because of the lack of oxygen

she worried high)

I looked in the mirror told myself I’m sorry
I made you take so many L’s so you gotta bounce back on your feet
Make getting W’s

New Jack City

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

lil' nigga get to poppin', pistol grippin' and cockin'.
[Cuz nine times outta ten] I'm guaranteed to leave you stragglin'
Plus I bag emcees that's

on his feet
Out in Cali, thinking 'bout the hood
Looking at the bеach
Jugg Messiah 3, JK back up on the beat
Hе had a BAPE sign, 223 took it off his tee

findin' me a Riri
Help me build a brand and put the money in a CD
Life a movie, TV, get to feeling 3D
Been cut so low now my wounds is three feet deep

Stick N Move

The Dayton Family

Down South Hustlers

1995

by events in tha past, had an outlet to 
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking, 
but bitch you ain't no. I've been poppin'

run
I'm scared my feet will never stop moving and that's on god
But baby it's never comin' like Madlib x YOD
For now I let the beat run and leave my

She said look 
It's 3am how are we still in the club 
What the f***
I can't be out this late my parents will fuss 
Man we're f**** 
You better talk

Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget, um, CL, hit me off

Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin' atcha now you listen at the feet

remember his first birthday the same year when stocks crashed by airplanes
Step by step I helped catch his feet he use to sit in his baby seat and just watch

resisting/
sitting on the sidewalk you see no kind of outlook/
people walking by seem to look but look away at the same time/
just like with a bum and it makes

Uh huh
Yeah
Crystal clear
Crystal clear
The Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall i fear
You will see a thousand falling by your side
And ten

feet oh my
Here to make your dreams come true
Never doubted cause you see it through
The best in the whole galaxy but you knew you the best you be
Girls

always make
Or the season would not be the same
Where the menu never changes
But every year it's got a different name
(Presumably for tax evasion purposes)

form
Imbalances, shortchanged, like it's the norm
Breaker of mental chains like I'm Storm Born/Black woman scorn
three fourths adorned
Weaponized by my

Status reclaim, no I ain't leaving
Know what I said though
Standing on all of my ten toes
Bars on a loop like Nintendo
Playing a game
Links going

to make my life end
It required a lake and a bag of cement

The sun started setting it was all prepared
A rose for my mom, a letter to my dad
I stood by

messaging
Three years pass by, then you ain't relevant
So go ahead and talk about your neck again
Smoking dope to clear my mind out
Killin this shit bitch