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Aye yo this your boy Busta Rhymes Conglomerate in the building
Big up to the homie F-O-L Aight
Dallas Texas stand up
We gon get the F-O-L's new

they aint playing fair, the glock make him hang there (Pow, pow)
One wrong move they gon see me go insane here (I go dumb)
B*tch stop playing if i wasn't

I've been watching you for some time Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes
I try to be happy, I know that I ain't Faking a smile to get through

Dropped 4gs on a 5 pack of 6 pounds
You know where i'm at you should stop by and come around

bitches
N***a, I'm going places, never stop moving

I'm chasing this paper, can't stop now
God know what I'm doing
So fuck all you hitters, ain't chasing no

on

Just tryna earn a check a day
Take choice out better put a f in way
Wait translate it nigga ain't no f'n way
F N tear a limb body parts separate
Tryna

name on everything that you touch

I wanted to stop but I couldent let me
A perfect fit for the void I was empty
Insecurities fueled by others envy

Oughta Know That

Jon Pardi

Heartache Medication

2019

to work, gonna get dirty
Should've stayed in, instead I went out
But I oughta know that by now

Had me a girl but it went south
Whatever was workin'

way to Austin, Texas
Headed right from California
For that South By South West
Twenty hour drive without rest
No down time, no sound check
But that

and Respect first

God bless us
Rest In Peace to Screw and all the Legends
We still out here
And it's still Free South Park Mexican
Where my adversaries
I don't

There Hating, Not
Knowing That Every Dime I Make Is Earned, Every Rhyme I Make Is
Learned, By Niggas That's Tryin To Listen In, Stepping In Your Face
Just

Yeah I swear that ima make it momma you don't gotta pray
If it's not by making music Ima find another way
My lil bro just graduated glad I lived to see

Sad Little Rant (Lyrics) 
Written by: Natalie Carr

[V1]
Sorry left the party I’ll be back in a sitch
Hey I meant it when I said it but I’m anxious

Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview

still my number 
I still shoot my shot don’t miss
I’m still a hunter
I still take it brick by brick
Building my wall up
All of us on the same shit

zone 
Fighting over land a long way from home 
North meets the South East meets the West 
No real winners no one comes out the best 
War I'm talking bout

towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money

Do Your Time

Beanie Sigel

Release Therapy [Clean]

2006

this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your

Bob Your Head

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

Bob your head 
Bob your head

As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!!		"ruff, ruff

hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker

HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!

Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby

Despair published on the front page
3 mile article pre filed particles
Your opinion found lost turn us into housed home
Living by the exhaust

Hardcore Nights

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

Coast
We got it in a smash, so it's no need to boast
Bogart your block with the Brakalak bop
'll have your whole mass yellin out (Don't stop!)
This is

""N***a it's a Taco, Taco's always been my fav, the f**k?""

Sit back and listen to a nigga spit crack, 
See this that shit that, make a mutha f

And won't you
Sonnn
Come outside
Put the f*****g phone down
Please come outside
N****s scamming
Trapping till the D's come outside
Stop twitter beefing
N***a