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I Desire

Salt-N-Pepa

Hot, Cool & Vicious

1986

desire

DJs come and go just like the wind
But mine is better than all of them
She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut
More lethal than

Murder Ain't Crazy

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me
But I don't give a fuck I just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that shit
When it comes to peelin'

Bop Your Head

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack

fumée sans feu! Rip Laveug, toi même tu sais lui même l’avais prédit 
 Tous imunisé! Bani! Pas de pendemie, maladie de jalousi! 
Belek o kekra! drogue dur

Hits the Head

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

the dumb and blind seen here and stated with that
And if you're not gonna hit that, let me rip that
rhythm hit the rhymes, we give 'em, we leave 'em
Then

Dziś zajęty trasą koncertową
Droga jeszcze długa
Dalej przed siebie

Nie pierwszy i ostatni raz przychodzi taki czas
Że się odchodzi tylko po to by

for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY)

MAC-11,

where it's lean and bop
No lean and sprite 
We hide in a Hyde Park shubs
A place where the sun don't shine 
DJ's mixing breaks in the rave 
Garden spot

up
We gone hit an island drink out coconuts (ah)
I seen you by yourself
Imagine both of us
Your friends ain't about shit
They know that we the shit
You

do it big, I ain't with the small shit man big is how I live
The flow is real heavy like a bitch at that time of the month
Pulling up by myself and you

Gimme couple leaves in a breeze and then I'm out
Came up from just a nigga on the cloud
Now I'm played by the DJ shout my DJ
And my plug on the freeway

head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use

road running paparazzi trying to hold 
Me in frame yell it loud cause by now you already know 
The name played my part from the start what I was taught

With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my

outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we

Brooklyn trains painted with graffiti juice
Got fiends on the block laid out by rock
Then Coogi wearing foos rob and mugging for shoes
DJ's everywhere

a bee i supply my guarentee
cnd i do it like this and i do it like that
R.I.P to my nigga fat pat
It's time to let you know Ima flip like a pro
Ima

Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Look like DJ Chose
Flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa
On meeeeeee
Dey don't know that we fuckin' cause he

And So) Let's take it back to the beginning; before heads were ringing
Before the breaks, before the takes, before the DJ's spinning;
To when

Fuck a fake nigga, I can die by myself
I only drive in sport
'cause the faster the better
Basketball seats, I got NBA leather
Shoot a nigga quick
If

Slippin

Waka Flocka Flame

Slippin'

2014

nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trey
Run that tank nigga like it's a relay
You really pussy that's what the streets say
Fuck who you know nigga, you

rip to DJ screw
Really got some more to say too many rips to do
Windows tinted got me squinting
Smoke coming out the roof
Chimney style its like a boat

Razah:
You can't stop the reign, you can't stop the reign, no
When it starts to fall, when it starts to fall

Shaq Diesel:
R.I.P. B.I.G.
From your

sliding thru yo hood just in a Two seater
Post by the store money adding up
I bought a O to smoke nigga pass The blunt
We hit a lick on his bro now he Mad