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You know what time it is

By the way she licks her lips
Yeah she wants me
But there's too many eyes around
And we don't need witnesses in Our

Yea
Whoa Yea Ohhhh
Yea
Bottomless pockets got stuffed shit turned scary
Now that two door double parked looking tough
Can see they fear me
Said it's

But she's done enough
Gotta stick to the script
Get my duckets up

Yeah 
Yeah, Whoa
Bitch want me back
But she's done enough
Now I'm in the club

just be Selena
Merge to the freeway at about dawn
There's not a single car in sight they're all gone
The next song comes on it's Get Low by Lil Jon
I

niggaz Fake all these niggaz Fake 
Make a Lil money now they all up in your face tryin to Get  Riches they seen all your pictures poppin them Bottles I’m

What you doin'?
(yeah, whoa) What you doin'? (yeah, damn)
What you doin'?
(What you doin'?) What you doin'? (Oh my God)
What you doin'? (What you

I'm Serious

Beenie Man

I'm Serious

2001

[T.I.]
Hey take a good look at me, now picture me unhappy
No cash and outta fashion, not flashing
Picture me doing bad even if I wasn't rapping

the bros we on whoa, when we be goin' hard (sick, sick)
Where we goin'? Up (let's go)
You said, "Farewell"
Make you feel crazy when you by yourself
Now

Mchm
Nigga I just had to clear my throat
Aint no muffuckin Corona nigga fuck you talking bout
Lil bitch I'm yo dad today
The pussy was gushy that ass

for people who got my own back
Hitting the road and I'm doing it all by myself
And I'm dope
Hope that I cope
And I never lose hope
Hope that I marry

teach page one start the lesson
You talking too much lil nigga
You gone talk yo self out yo blessings
Never bite the hand that feeds always wash yo hands

I'm a Soldier

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch

feel me
Now these motherfuckers gotta fear me
I'm all up in the building
I'm a dog, I be smoking by the pound with ya bitches
I'm down for my niggas
I

cash flow
I been locked in, and you came in with that ass
Whoa
Girl I don't appreciate the way you walkin' that slow
Now, usually I don't do this

Ignorant Shit

Jay-Z

American Gangster [Acappella]

2007

see
None of what you hear, even if its spat by me
And with that said, I will kill niggas dead
Cut niggas short, give you wheels for legs
I'm

see
None of what you hear, even if its spat by me
And with that said, I will kill niggas dead
Cut niggas short, give you wheels for legs
I'm

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

Fastlane, Pt. 1

2002

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

clowns is really fucking up
Ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya
Tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket
Now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code:

my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with

Do a nigga wrong boy
Niggas want my head now that
My money gettin long boy
More than Just a song boy
Thinkin I'm just rappin to you
Niggas keep they

Here We Come

St. Lunatics

Free City [Bonus Track]

2001

now girl!
All over you baby girl, uh uh, cause we be
Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa

thinking he mean
Now it done got ugly cause I put a bag on his head
And my young NIGGA gone let it sing
I rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
I'm giving

a dream like Inception whoa
I'm next to blow
I'm feeling so exceptional
Up in the night like a vampire
Say you rock shit
This a landslide
Yeah we finna blow

on 'em
Tarmac got the glow on 'em
Summer flow on 'em
In the past, George Jung had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on 'em
Lil Jon, get low