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My cousin got 'em first and passed 'em to my gran, she spat on the food and got a home help van
She infected the 'Port by about 70% and gave an itchy

(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
Put a thot on her knees
I pay the fees
Cop Louie V
(Yea)
(Uh)
Lil hoe don’t want you
She fucking for food
Boy you a fool

he couldn't afford

Funny thing was though he never did ask for no pay

Said he was always a workin' for the Lord

Now Uncle John have the sickness

I Uncle John

Hank Williams, Jr.

Luke the Drifter, Jr.

1969

he couldn't afford
Funny thing was though he never did ask for no pay
Said he was always a workin' for the Lord

Now Uncle John have the sickness

Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock
Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop
I was relocatin' this whole operation

Long John: When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor

We Got This

DMX

Poly Sci

1998

Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it! 



[Forte'] 



Put in the card baby, you gone 

Too many hard rappers live for cunan 

You knew John was

Hargo production

I could never wifey a opp thot (ha)
Give me that neck come bop bop
I just wanna jeet and skeet
Don't use no teeth, gyal give

No Awareness

Dr. Octagon

Dr. Octagonecologyst

1996

featuring Sir Menelik 



[Dr. Octagon] 

Your organic medical talk propels off my arms 

The atom bomb final Lionel Richie not couth for

That's the type of shit that out a target on your head 
Send him to the doctor he wish he wasn't here 
You my dawg I got your back for life that mean we

That's the type of shit that out a target on your head 
Send him to the doctor he wish he wasn't here 
You my dawg I got your back for life that mean we

Frick Bruno Mars, cuh!
This a real love song!
I'll catch a grenade for you!

Goldielocks with your golden socks
How bout I give you this golden ****

Those the ones that I bump from the subs in the trunk 
'Cause I'm twisting up in CT (yeah)
I was in my Sean John hoodie with a taste of Sam Goody
Back

immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid

And Justice for All

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

for all

[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect

the cops
In my hood I'm surrounded by swat
Why you think I got time For no thot
It's a lot
Think I'm falling in love with my Glock
If you run up you know

to the wow, yippie yo yippie yay
It's the Ed Lover with my OWN Dr dre
Special shout out, to the D-O double-G
They can't tame ya so they framed
Ya for a 187 G

I remember Elysium City
I was a boy and at the age of six
The Spartan Program took me trained since a child 
Genetically modified for war
And we

Jingle bells, Rudolph, Lil' Vixen
There ain't no mixing aside from the Vox
Cloth from Asahd out the box

Some food for thought
They thought that I was

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

I'm feening
When I slide on your block we deceasing
Come through all black you can't see me
John cena
I'm the seeker
Have my thot set you up
Come see

to have a cheese fondue
I like my steak so rare it moos 
Lobster stew!
Barbecue!
I'll drop my pants for beef ragu!

We love food (food!)
Can’t put down

a Rollie for da time spent
All dese niggas do is pop shit get It done
I been feeling like
John wick with the guns
I been feeling like big
Meech with da funds

myself
It's because I can't even deal with myself
But I am a doctor, 'cause I care about my health
I do my drugs, the drug is the love
I hate Cupid, so he