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Real

If a killer snap by habit I gotta
Top the first Four
Never fit again best Monsters win at War
Left home a man don't talk about it any more

Win

Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this

to you baby 
I’ll be your private dancer 
No is not an answer 
I hate it when I get like this
But maybe I’m just passionate 
When it comes to you 

My

these targets
Ain't got no time for rap beef
I'm not beefin' with no artists
Tone of vision
Feel like Carter Raitt
No more parties
Bullets get the nigga

way you spin it
Boy getting Lei-Ed by the time we finished
(Woah)

You alright, mate? I see you're in my nation
You can see a black cab in
The talons

Tell me, sweet virgin Mary
Music, lyrics and translation from Italian original version by Angelo Casali
(Titolo originale “DolceMaria”)

Tell me,

Add eleven now you're getting to the boy next door
Tell me, Britney, can you hear me singing
Gimme, gimme (more)

I got asthma
Lots of asthma
Yeah yeah

through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how

version, yeah
Love ain't easy, way too tough isn't it baby?
You've been gone for way too long, I'm feeling so empty lately
Wear my heart on my sleeve, it

more time
Niggas thought I was done with the rapping
Fuck that I need one more line
Nick where you at? roll some more 5's
Shit to fly won't pass that up

tricks and
Solo cups with
Xans and cliques and
Sorority girls just tryna get by
Who love pink metal alloys
Guy, I'd love to show you my condo some time
But

no)
Will you come ride, Or will your feet got cold
Ride n vibe ba-by that's the goal 
Ride n vibe can u 
Do you risk to lose? 
I know what I'll chose

Intro

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashing niggas I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual, individual
Ten times platinum your career's

acting like they know me more than me right 
But with my confidence I don't need nobody's insight 
Here we go y'all here we go y'all 
Y'all bout to be

honey
Hit me, baby, one more time
Like Britney, baby, got an albino python
Watch you unzip
And you catch me biting my lip
Hate myself, so yes, it's true

played according to a set of rules that had been written by Alexander Cartwright, one of the founders of the Knickerbockers. These rules established many

these spineless ideas
Call me in time and I might change your life (haaa)
Shaved spears thrown in bushes to kill thieves at night
White lies by dark skin

guts off the floor

Enjoy your five long nights
Keep an eye on the time and
A light by your side
I know you're frightened by the
Thought of what's inside

up on top of a million spears
Created and then helped me go conquer my fears

(Yeah)

Baby, I want you to know
I'm feeling your flow
I'm feeling

Baby Come Back

Billy Rankin

Growin' up Too Fast

1984

original
But listen here, I should be more than your provisional
You keep runnin? around, all around town
Actin? like a cool individual
Baby come back,

You Should Know

Busta Rhymes

You Should Know

2017

yellin' I should rippity rap more
I'm known to black out, y'all resemble the eye scores
Flow so much I need life guards
Not like Rikers, them some whole

tell my baby i be home
Soon 
I got to grind and put the time in, 
Somehow im gonna double up.
Soon 
I got to grind and put the time in, 
I tell my baby i

talk as much, I promise I'ma listen more
You said he played you like a fool, don't you miss me more
Last time I seen you, we had hugged and my heart hit

low
I juggle the onions, the buttons, the drop for the Faygo
I had to switch up my line
A couple of times
Them boys out here tapping the pay phones
Baby