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Streets

Game

The Black Wallstreet, Vol. 1

2006

wit' me, 
Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (Streets), 
Cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, 
Gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin',

Toes tapping
Waiting by the train
Corner by the booth taking shelter from the rain
Virginia Slim cig
It flickered in her hand
Swear there was

a black boy
That cfrican boy from Port Harcourt
That's me

Baby it's alright
Ready to ease your mind x2

Chorus

She like me
I like her
If she give me
Me I

Wit my own yacht, own, jet, own island

Dope vibe, low key, wit her head on
Never one to sit on, she the one you always wanna bet on
Confident

these black streets, I was told she was introduced to it by her ex-man 
Who moved out to brooklyn for easy Money and his next plan
But his hand dealt

him hunnid percent
Takin' your bitch and i'm payin' her rent
We duckin' them opps, by takin' a jet
Don't play with my boys, make your dawg need a vet
We

Pretty face, and her body on wishlist
Oh baby girl run them digits
Shoot it off fireworks no fizzle
Let me get into your head this whisper
Fall in love

indeed
Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin'
Keep yo' ass

Stop you said
So I did
Put your hands up you said
So I did
Be still you said
So I did
Still put that gun to my head
Still shot another unarmed black

Freeze, keep your hands up
Just 'cause you throw your fit, don't have a tantrum
Please, all of this is a mantra
Craig use your hands, guns don't make you

She called late, I never care what her friends say
They the type of people hanging by the Freeway
Rolling doobies post it on their Instagram and flex

Dangerous Mindz

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you

ball like we played at the rec
Got my hand on yo neck
But I'm still keeping respect
Can we land on a jet
And get the keys to a vette
If we put in all

Rich and Black

Busta Rhymes

Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

2011

a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
Paying these dumb fucking D's off with donuts

I hate, to see you, acting like a slave
To get

her first night
Swear to God that's her last time seein' me
Niggas really wonder how it is just being me
Pull up in a big body Range ain't no key with

Leave your body bleedin' from shots
My stone hands leavin' you
With unbelievable knots
A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly
I got the spirit

God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn,

glistenin' from the renaissance
Got a problem with the weather
Fix it in the tennis box
Black helicopters, even let my menace watch
Keep it clean as Mr clean

against in the fight
And you better be locking your jaw if you eyeing my hand on the right 
My left's going off like a missle when I launch my attack

around, I’m a grown man. 
She want an asshole. I’m the whole ass. 
She made that ass clap. Gave her both hands. 
She want a drink. Here’s some water for

I'm numb
Flee with me eternally
Sail across the lights amongst da skies
I'll be with you eternally
Glide up off your love
It keeps me high
It keeps me

Women

Jason Derulo

Can't Say I Ain't Country

2019

life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)

Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys

it really ends

No different from
Civilians 

Not safe in our pavilions 

5 racks
Off black obsidians

Same this as that
New synonyms 

New candy pack

up in phantom, no opera (Skrrt)
Broke your bitch for a bag of
I know she need the new sponsor
She want a boss, so can't nothing stop her
Took that 'lil