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wasn't
And now he bout to show em that he really was worth something
I've been through a lot in these past years
But ain't never let em know when your boy

Hello
Yo, what up, my boy?
(Yo, yo, Tiller?) Yo, what's good, man?
(Yo, yo, ayy) what I tell you? Didn't I tell you?
Yo, ayy, yo, ayy Swan, guess

The Grand Finalé

The D.O.C.

No One Can Do It Better

1989

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked

Plays

tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em

Baby Bubba

Magoo

Indecent Proposal

2001

your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label

Hustlenomics (Intro)

Yung Joc

Hustlenomics

2007

[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME

say my name
Rockstar lifestyle, bitch, say my name (woo)
Oh, boy, only bought 'em drivin' this Rolls-Royce
Niggas tryna copy us but still don't sound

Some eel sauce
Tell y'all boys that truffle soy will get The meal together
Stay poised through the noise
I don't feel the pressure
Me and Nico
Getting

blown up and gone viral,
Now it's your turn, your trial

The rumours, they're all lies
For 'em to understand, gotta tell 'em twice
Spent my whole life

Deep

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

beside of me
Damn, no pain, no gain, some I'ma hurt you
Breaking knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000 [Clean]

1999

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You

I’m paranoid
What is my selling point?
Wanna be different but not make ‘em annoyed
Just the suburban boy
More like a humanoid
Lyrics so cold you would

famished 
Tell um all ta rap and these boys go vanish 
Wet um on the beat then I put um on canvas
Nobody fuckin’ with me still God damnit 
I’m lookin for

song
Now follow along
Couldn't show 'em love
That's how we rock and roll
Tell these niggas to buy some stocks, and then we take their home
Shitty boys up

anything you do, but, bitch, if you tell on a nigga
What is at stakes for us (I love y'all, If you tore up out here)
Kickin' off power mirrors (fuck you,

on your case
Send a text to Bagg, boy you on your way
Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sit down with Bloc tell him you young but

your fake face off
No pretending
Cry yourself out now bitch
No pretending
Give 'em some to talk about still
No pretending
Gain nothing to cry about

and tell and call it Truce if I don't get them a chair man my music's never going to sit well in they hearts
For that reason I do not do Albums
DeadAlive is

I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit 
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson 
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda

your boys
Watch 'em leave with sore joints
Know that, I be guilty and that so, so
You better get lost before it gets hot
'cos when it gets hot
You might

[INTRO: THE SARGENT]

(Um.)
What his name?
Tell me what his name,
(Hello.)
Tell me what his name,
It’s the young,
(It’s…)
Young, young,
(The…)
Young, young,

rock with it
You say I'm not with it
Take a man, he pop with it
Let's see you album, pop, get 'em
No introduction
Fuckin' his sister with seduction

Yeah homie get that weight up
Tell me is you prayin'
Ain't no time for wastin'
Full blown operation
Might as well embrace 'em
Cause they ain't