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Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That

[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....

[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry

Merry Muthafuckin' Xmas

Eazy-E

5150 Home 4 tha Sick

1992

yes a holy night, 
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right? 

Deck the halls with balls of holy 
Tra la la la la la la la la 
Tis

treated like the damned (Thugs)
You were shocked by the group tandem
You do the dame thing to France
But until she bleeds
Until she sinks like Greece

niggas ball like Pac 10
This athlete's feet don't need
No Fast Actin Tinactin
When I slip the Lexani 24s on the black Benz
Interior bluer than the eyes

Isolated like a prisoner for freedom of speech
Is what I'm focused on daily while I chill on the beach
I ride around by myself
Eat out by myself
Go

pour up the red 
I'm wearing all black, not emo
I finish it, yo bitch send emojis
I ball you miss Shaq, miss free throws 
All these new niggas had been

bikes outside than the Tour De France
But they're motor bikes, more advanced that are soaring by
Cops stop, wanna catch em, but they can't
Ain't gon'

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I

he should perform broadway
By the way, I need some therapy
These thoughts in my head are really scaring me yea
Can't tell who is real, who is after me

dancer... She got U by da balls from her baked chicken smothered... After she fucks up yo life then she moves to your brother...
[  ] Chorus 2x...
[  ] Outro

acting froggy like I'm living in France
You driven to dance by the funky beat
And every word out my mouth make these nerds doubt they spouse
Dudes

you can chahe London ja
Ya Paris, France tere mumbai
Mai main sacha Fan

It's Raghav, Nelly, AB baby
Bas tеre liye kiya ye gana, rеady
Hai time tujhe

never let a nigga like
Me on the map
'Cause I'm just gon' kill shit ayy

Bottle after bottle
(Bottle) , model after model (Model)
Spending all this paper

traps cause i done seen how much they grab just by tapping on that phone you see how much these niggas brag 

We really made an ocean album off a fucking

Fuck the Fuck Off

Shaggy 2 Dope

F.T.F.O.

2006

Kill him... Kill him... put him to Deathâ?¦
Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.

Guess who's back in this bitch again
With a fresh set of balls

to the Telly by the valet in a Uber
Give you what you wanna, be glad y'all got it
You can be a part of my bad ball habits
Look at us livin' the five-star status

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by

You see the drip when I come through
Gucci bandana like kung fu
Double F up on my black belt
Match my kicks like 1 2
That's what I dropped on the fit

Yeah, one day
Gone get the black on black
Make some money put the rack on rack
And I said no way, you can't deny the facts
Putting my name on that,

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

I stand down the hall
And her cooter is wider than
A high school hall
After all these black balls pound that
Shit like Smash Bros Brawl

Yeah, I'm

we RIDE

And if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me?
The death of a true thug
And still, we try to change

after mine
Young mastermind
Cassius in his prime
Nevermind
Curry at the line
Make the basket every time
Showed up to the date late
And she said, "I ain't