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shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right

mouth
Without saying one word hoe check my clout
An ounce of that doja..
Eighth to the face..
Back up hoes cause a nigga needs space
I'm a con.. and that

While you burned our bridges
We flamed the whole block
Let me find out that you hating
Its mista come and getcha
Cause my word is my bond
Just like

stones on Amiri jeans
All gold Rollie came plain Jane (let's go)
Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks (hood)
Different drip, my lifestyle strange

them all I had, I kept it real, but they skipped out on me
I changed my life, tryna make it right, you ain't gotta be, but I'm proud of me
Lets talk

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

to LAS VEGAS
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
And drink a few beers,
(Oh, ETHELL!)

ETHELL, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm

word is my bond
Just like a holly scripture
My campaign is champagne
Her mouth on my zipper
Stamp sign delivered
I'm all in her liver
Bitch I'm bad like

E-Dub & Ja

Erick Sermon

Venni Vetti Vecci [Clean]

1999

or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}

[Ja Rule]
Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top
And I feel that we can't be stopped

Jane, oh now Jane
You got me like a dog, oh now Jane
It's hard biding my time
You're sitting pretty in the light
For your word know when i'm gone

out
I need a 100 million dollars for these words out my mouth
I got bitches, by they collar, sloppy foam out they mouth
I'm the shit nigga no doubt
All

the pumpy out the trunk
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
What’s the word, yeah my nigga, what’s the word
Banging that block, yeah we banging

Gold mouth, street grammar
My big dick in these petite standards
No stash box so our hammers in hampers
Fuck the police, I can't goddamn stand 'em

and my ex brother Nate
I don't hear the shit you gotta say
These the words I'm taking to my grave
Lil buddy wanna move so clean with a mouth full of gold

girls put apps in and my new thing just started
Got brown hair got blue eyes she crazy as fuck
And first words out her mouth she said A.B. let's fuck

Diesel

RZA

House of Wax: The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 3

2007

cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup 

Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up 

draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape

Diesel

RZA

Soul in the Hole

1997

cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup 

Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up 

draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape

the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?

every time I was wishing for you

I drove an hour and a half to go to a mall I knew had a fountain, and I fished every coin I had out of my car and one by

Meat Cleaver

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathics From Outer Space

2000

of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you

work in, barely working out
I'm that guy you ain't heard about
So thank God for that word of mouth
So you should listen up to what your sins say
Every

without a mouth 
cnd a brain to listen to them while I shout 
I hear I gotta talk word by word 
But my screaming thoughts is what disturbs 
Gotta write for

Another Day to Die

Overkill

White Devil Armory

2014

I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God
With my addiction to the sky
And I found comfort when I'm talkin' to myself
I want another day

think am weak
Why I hate being nice to one of this bitches
But can't help it and go back to it like my addictions
Hoes freaking out naked life of a Don

happened to me yeah

I know that One day I'll pay the price martyrdom or suicide for rhymes that I write that I type where I pour my Soul out day and night