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Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up

a real version, they don't make 'em like that
Never had to get the youth to relate for the bag
And since they smarter than us, they know Nas was once

let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by
Just let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by

Just because it's beautiful
Doesn't mean it's yours
Just because

Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by

(yeah)
'Cause black men, we go through enough (oh)
How can we get up off the ground, when we steady tearin' each other down (how, oh)
I admit that

Likwit Fusion

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

and props to get 
You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the shit
Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that

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mind it's same difference tho
I might talk a lot of shit
But hey
At the very least I can back up what I say
One way or another
You finna get the message

the music … [hands up. hands up. hands up. hands up.]
& keep it up … [hands up. hands up.] 
 
We are all telling ourselves a story.
 
Now put your hands …

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

Lemme get it first, Imma save you scraps for seconds, yeah
Pull up in that bomb

long, I gotta have it
I waited so long for my own version of Hagrid
To pick me up and tell me that I'm capable of magic
But now I'm done waiting, I just

where they're getting my snap from (snap from)
Lei mi manda foto su Snapchat, eppure io non gliele chiedo
I'm hands on bitches, they can't get their

I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping

The crowd get wild off my style, they want something

The herds start stomping,

it to eighteen
These hands tried to kill me
Same hands that had a hand
In making these LPs
I'm back, at it with ease
I'm back, spitting with Z
We back

burn em' in an inferno of rhymes
See I heat up like a furnace at times
I get keyed up my thermometer climbs
Got you feeling a way when I murder a rhyme
I

Everyone put they hands up (up)
For t-shirts, CDs, LPs, posters, sneakers
And DVDs y'all notice these
Just a few pointers for
The independent missions (word)

There are two versions to every story
Your version and their version
This is their version
How you feel (How you feel)
How you feel (How you feel)

on a chain because you couldn't save up to buy a beast
Kurr-is coming in elite
Piss greatness when I leak
Drop a LP
I feel like my dad in 93
Nah, more like 86

that I'm up, it's my turn
I'm returning favors to all of you haters
Biting all your fingers like an alligator
Don't hold out your hand like I'ma give you

No One's Iller

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

don't be packin' anyways, do they, Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted

information for someone
You wanted to find some special material for you
But instead of this you got distraction on non sense
Put your hands up if you be in

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Class of '06 Mixtape

2005

his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by

be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

Wanna wake up from you, you

Tattoo your name across my heart

White Privilege, Pt. 2

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

White Privilege II

2016

incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?

"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself