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up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year

Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's

hoes
who knows where the night might go, hit the doe
like yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light
see something i like its going down on sight

chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus

harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true

Monster Mash

Sha Na Na

Greatest Hits

1997

the mash)
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolfman
Dracula and his son

The scene

The Grand Finale

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

Walk On Water

Gucci Mane

The Return of East Atlanta Santa

2016

It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,

Blackout

DMX

Tribute to DMX

2005

lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album

got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in

of a drive-by
Stash spot, police raid it five times
I made it out, feel like I got nine lives
I was pimpin', felt like I had nine wives
Fucked all them hoes,

head I know you taking hits at me
You playing with fire, getting dissed by me
Grew up in the gutter like Pennywise
Had to leave the refrigerator open

again
Get it again, get it again, get it again

You know where to find me
I'm in the hood where they walkin' like zombies
Got to get grimy, got to bounce

like clam chowder
They don’t know whats what
They get paid by the hour
Just to sit in the cut
Bubba called me up
On the low
Thats my hitta
Drunk
Passed

My nigaas too deep on the block
We like the swat in this shit
Hit the function blowin chops, and i'll prolly knock yo bitch
Shit fuck it, if he want

and being chased by ghouls
There's vampires and zombies the whole kit and kaboodle
I can't seem to reach the last toaster strudel
I'm clutching my chest why

what's really going on
Did everybody turn into zombies
Was I really gone that long
I hit the bong
And contemplate on where the world is coming to
Everybody

Any n***a f**k with Darkside is some dummies
Cause they know we'll send them zombies
With the drummies
Slide the van door back hit you and your buddy

you end up feeling used
Thats truth, what can you do for you
Know when I hit that booth I lift that roof
Man got a hundred freestyles, but you aint made

H20 that's 2 Hoes and Orgies
Beat the beat 'til it's gory, we ballin' you should get floor seats
360 Halloween Gang we get it poppin' already
You hit me

same niggas still with me when I meet the plug
I saw my mother struggling never saw her giving up
That shit made me hit the streets I had to get it up

to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be

Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump

and hopped up on mk
Trying to test my luck
Aye what
I leave that pussy thunderstruck
They say I'm going broke shidd
Bitch my backwood stuffed
Hung him by

but I just talked to God

Money is low, plus I'm looking for hope

Maybe I should hit the corner and start cooking up dope 

I need that, fast money