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he
We run this town, No he isn't Diddy
I feel like tiltlin' the glass
She take a sip with me
She from the city of Jackson
Call her Mississippi that was

need Benjamins
And my Balmain's
Is dead presidents
Ball like twenty-three
Smoke you like some weed
No you can't compete
You not in my league
I've been

Niggas is not Team Havin'
If you don't got no money you should not be rappin'
The way I'm havin' you would think that i was trappin'
This soap by

Once and For All

Newsies

Newsies [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

1992

needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it

Uncle Joe

Red House Painters

Red House Painters [II]

1993

I'll try anything three times
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care

But there's no company
That can stand to be with me
So my dependency

stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then

Party by Myself

Hollywood Undead

Day of the Dead [Deluxe Version]

2015

by myself so I don't think I'mma answer

I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.

Make up Your Mind

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

commissioned sex, government intelligence 

What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant 

Materialistic, ugly man is plastic 

No class, in a suit, cost

really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that

D-line adequate, came in with the pink knits
Organic flow, no need to counterfeit
Maniac, packed, with their hats flipped to the back
Joe, Haak, go-to,

For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's

rich in America
And we all just tryin' to make it
All around the world
For those who never mistake it
Ain't no place like America
And your pride get hard

girl you three year old bad (yeah)
Designer on your clothes you don't need no sugar dad (nah)
Pandemic came through and you still in yo bag
Girl you

cousin bad
You Jackson bad
You hella fine
And you bad for me
Attitude bad
Lifestyle bad
Do it on your own girl you 3 year old bad
Designer on your clothes

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!

[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3

Kalabuley boys wanna see me down six feet
Nana is good
Baba is great
Anytime adey go on my knees adey pray
Nana joe dey answer yeah
Feeling by myself

beating about the bush for nort
Well until uncle Joe did speak those words to him

Verses three

Bless the Lord uncle Joe had lead a few folks down this

people
My homie Joe Johnson
He owns 14 kilograms of heroin in his basement
He's at the coordinates 39.7792575  -89.6546013
He is in no way related to Liam

doesn't even make sense no way, wouldn't even do it for my man Jose
Cuervo, hell no,
My Mehicana, my bro
Not even for my man Big Pun or Fat Joe
Who's gives

DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my

want a boy
So she raised him as a queen
Now little Billy Joe
Would be Billy Jean Queen
Billy's at home
Getting watched by a Teen
But the mama doesn't

no more parties in Colonie, uh
Darion Jackson, please
Shake that Darion, Darion, that Darion Please
Shake that Darion, Darion, that Darion Please
Shake

One time for the killer on the block
Two times for the nigga on the stoop
Three times for the dealer selling rock
Many times for my bros what it do
I

the money I be pooky twitching
And honestly about the beef I gives
A fuck what who be Twittin'

Still good with a pen, no Joe Paterno
I count Ninja Turtles
My