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I'm Losin It

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

1997

And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she like to get it funked
And splitting motherfuckers by the seams
My grand

set you up, cause they family was so sad and upset
People owe so many loans, it's like they glad to be in debt
Life's a game where you can get away with

or wok  bitch, I'm havin
Yeah, hit the, we gettin' by, don't mind traffic
that chop left that nigga in the spittle, it's so tragic
Hold on, we did that

that blicky buck em in his head
How you cuff that bitch but I got keys to open up her legs
They like why you by yo self cause all my friends is dead (all

change for a twifta,

And thought he did a good deed 

By buying up weed and sharing it all wid da drifters

CMB made its mark on da country 
Kinkos Deadly

Keep your human mind reaching up.
And it ain’t what you say, but how you say it
It ain’t the card you’re dealt, but how you play it.

(Shoom Verse)
Ooh

camps, Moved up the rank by the powder you pushed, Greatness awakened after Bush administration, DOPE ERA, MC's Bone Thugs envied 2pac and Biggie who shot

up
A senior five years too long, it's time to show up
Put on my cap and gown, stroll up, get my diploma
In diplomacy, handle my business and be

Got me fucked up that's a misunderstanding
Got the Glock by the Johnson I shoot like Stanley
Shoot a lil jumper like Johnson
Say that I'm broke boy stop

Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold

Steve Earle

Townes

2009

The wicked King of Clubs awoke
It was to his Queen turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned
The sun's upon

Heavy

Jaylib

Champion Sound

2003

muh'fuckers fakin jacks

It's real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy"}
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy"}

Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan

Blonde on Blonde

1966

comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt

Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

Bob Dylan

Q 5 Star Reviews, Vol. 2

2001

comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt

the street
I been cooking up the plan
I been spreading out my reach
Grab a thick back shawty by the cheeks
Flossing off my teeth
Flexin like it's Venice beach

It looks like I'm alone, but I'm in constant and delightful company
Admittedly I'm prone to hang with dim hopes and slim probabilities
Perhaps, most

Opportunist clueless they switched up and I was laughing
All the blessings I received not meant for you to have it
Shady niggaz slim chances subliminal their

like the grinch
Going up like a blimp
If ya money slim
Better put it in the gym
2021
Yea I won
It's a win
And the way I'm making moves would've thought I

I'm Back

Slim Thug

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up 
So I can gather ma thoughts
(lets get high) Mo money mo problems
They say that's how it is when

and that ass is soft, straight up by the magazine
I put it in my catalog didn't play for no Mavericks team, but I'm balling with no basketball
No, I'm not

tryna, run me up 50
Could do it by myself, but I went and built a committee
Jus put the scope on the choppa, n now it's spitting pretty

Uh, Yeah, we got

a real nigga that's an honor

Niggas don't live by the g code, we know
Claiming real nigga but he cold
Like the sea slope charge it to the game
But you

Phone dry as fuck, like where's my plugs at
We gon wet it up, like where my thugs at
With the choppa ready, load up them .223s
Got your poppa unsteady,

like its a dead lock 

Beats break your neck and your head knock


Slick Rick 

Cold as a brick 

Sharp as a BIC 

Like my women slim thick 

No nonsense

It's so electric so I let
You spark me up again
If we set fire we can burn
This whole thing out
I learnt my lesson when
I let you spark me up again