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Your Style

Troy Ave

New York City

2013

face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I

face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I

Last Laugh

Canibus

Mind Control

2005

with the
Ha ha ha ha ha
Now
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't just the name of the song
Ha ha ha ha ha
It's probably my favorite response
When I'm walking

money like jay-z does off d'usse
Cash over digital
Real over mythical
Everybody wanna be anything but original
It's madness
They don't really care like

I do this for them niggas that ain’t gotta choice
That gotta voice ain’t got no remorse
When they shoot to kill when they rob and steal
Ain’t nobody

the issue
And it proves how much, niggas really miss you
Pun we missing you Big L we missing you
Left Eye we missing you Jay we missing you
Jam Master

the Ty Ty to my Jay Z, they pree, they pree
I get lizzy and I stay flee
These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me, nah
I skrrt through it like I'm

I'ma talk my shit, I'm ahead of them Big dawg status, no comparison
We gon' do them bad, we ain't sparing them All these hoes in line, we be sharing

Alright With Me

KRS-One

Kristyles

2003

should rock."
I pray for these radio cats cuz they don't know
How fast I be movin when they be movin slow
This ain't no fast food rap dude, get it

spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood

Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up

ima go and whine no
They don't wanna see me shine, I got niggas by my side, showing love no Valentine
They don't wanna see me shine, my career ain't

a step
No Beyoncé but life took me to the left
Album hot in the streets it ain't on the shelf
Tryna think of a nigga I asked for help
I said fuck it & did

Before niggas in the burbs
Had to carry weapons
Never ever thought I have to see my Homies carry Wesson's
Figured I'd be on by now
With plenty paid

Ain't no smear campaigns, you too late
Never say goodbye, just so long for now
Wait my time, then tell em, I'm Back Again
I ain't heard you on the radio

Jigga What/Faint

Jay-Z

Collision Course [Clean]

2004

wide up inside the telly 
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard 
Handful

Me and my niggas in Paris, like Kanye and Jay-Z
She said she want me, she wan' have my babies
Niggas they claiming they made me, they cappin' like

the bitch is a fan
Big dog to these cats these niggaz capping and playing
I cant do no more features if a nigga aint paying
I cant do no business with you if

on niggas thats lazy 
When shit gets real I get hazy 
No we cannot talk nigga pay me

Nobody can phase me
Own empires just like I’m Jay-z
I don’t give a fuck,

pimps too ask Jay Z

Go tell your ghostwriter this is how you do this shit
I made this song in 3 hours, go on and quit

My therapist got me fucked up
I

bump radio charts I ain’t flattered by imitation
See, you against Z on the mic, don’t think about the win, that’s damage limitation
In a world where cash

cheap
Steppin' up and it's all on me I still leave you bloody on me

You ain't my homie, I need you
By your fuckin' lonely red shades on my face, nigga

When they say something crazy

She knew something couldn’t be right
As if Jay-Z was right when he said
That this couldn’t be life

I know it’s hurting my

gains
Paintin these pictures no frame for digits I mean what do YU want
I stay wit the green bro what's in ya cup he stay wit the lean
These niggas gon'

Chillin'

Erick Sermon

Chilltown, New York

2004

y'all amusement
This here's serious, look your reaction

Kid, you ain't never seen Dubs in action, no
A veteran, I flow like I'm young, what?
Yup, he sold