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Remedy

Game

Doctor's Advocate [Clean]

2006

They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked

I'm back by

the thing
I see it and don't see it
Up in here, dawg, before I
Go, it's just so crucial, man
Nigga can't even you don't
Whistle in the shower, in the pen

with addiction alcoholic like P
No submitting both spittin' up in college like G's
My focus not there we probably both got B's
You're the star RB, I'd

Niggaz Don't Want No Problem

Crips

Nationwide Rip Ridaz

1995

you or biggety stomp out by me
The outcome
Is that nigga that got broke off
Loc'd out Crip
That's the opposite of soft
Niggas always strapped so I don't

said you nice dawg
Aye you could hoop a little
He had a stupid a dribble 
9 years old was too official

Yeah then niggas got older
G was sixteen 
With

Like redneck or "got the blues"
That's where you apply colors to
Something else, you know, to come up with
What it is you're trying to say
So, there are

Go to Church

Ice Cube

Royal Green, Street Series, Vol. 1

2006

dangerous when you took it 

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg 
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. 
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube

Home

Guru

Past & Future

2006

To shut down you cock blockin' shit talkers

[Verse 2: Ed O.G.]
Mad niggaz think they flossin' in rap
But no one knew Boston could rap
Till Edo put

Home

Guru

Independents Finest, Vol. 2

2001

To shut down you cock blockin' shit talkers

[Verse 2: Ed O.G.]
Mad niggaz think they flossin' in rap
But no one knew Boston could rap
Till Edo put

Home

Guru

Boston Underground Hip Hop

2001

To shut down you cock blockin' shit talkers

[Verse 2: Ed O.G.]
Mad niggaz think they flossin' in rap
But no one knew Boston could rap
Till Edo put

nothing even
The pit-bull's affiliated
Yeah, the trespasser's gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

Yeah this is my mother fuckin' house

to Queens, let's get it

Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured

ain't nothing even the pitbull's affiliated
Yeah and trust best gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupes got Chucks on

Yeah
This is my mother fuckin'

it or check it
Nigga

I don't know if I'm worse when
I'm rich or when I'm broke, nigga
Same attitude, you got it, go 'head smoke
Nigga i'm fucking with

on my body could pay your rent for an entire year (Oh my God)
Once I got it, can't get it back, you ain't taking shit from me (Whoa)
Fly on private jets,

Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all

like Madden
Now 'lil bitch on madams
You ain't gotta ask I'm smashin'
You ain't gotta ask for them rollies
Everything I ride is foreign
Got a little

hard top off the old school
Gas station seven digits off the low fuel
Big bank take lil' bank, nigga cash
She wanna beef ocho you don't get a pass
G shit

G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee

Everyday, blatantly
No, you're mistaken
My names Jamie, also known as O O D
'Cause if I got a G I'm good!
Plus bare girls know me from the hood
But I ain't

're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your hair weave keeps fallin out
(You're Ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You

Right in the booth
And I be spitting the truth
Spend all my time booth
Aim for the coupe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-O-P that's me
Give F about U
Got my G-O-D by

The pit-bull's affiliated
Yeah, the trespasser's getting bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

Yeah this is my mother fuckin' house nigga
This is where I

handgun
Sippin' a forty ounce of beer, hang where you can't come
Twin forty cal's on my waist, I'm a thug
I got two forties on me like the forty-forty