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wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe

I don't even gotta say shit
I let the beat talk
Y'all are on some gimme gimme gimme
I just beat box
Been around this bitch ya I can show you how

I don't even gotta say shit
I let the beat talk
Y'all are on some gimme gimme gimme
I just beat box
Been around this bitch ya I can show you how

Say you gettin money? Bitch I do the same thang 

Black on black whip you can’t swerve up in this lane 

Cuz shit be lookin different thru these Cartier

action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action

dripping down my eyebrows
See the cops killing black men
So I never put my hands down
‘member nights it was cold had to heat up by the stove
Know the bills

Prisoner 1 & 2

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around

make it blast
Stone for cast, whiplash like car crash, black flag
For emcees that multiply, act bad, make you thinkin your rhyme bad
Got all the skills

tones, and downing Corones
Dropping bones in the box
So I can rock the Ramones

Alright, it's friday night and I might
Find a nice little sight, where I

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

this way (This way) this is the sequal
Prolly party by myself because I don't fuck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphorical cerebral
I do it all

bottles broken, they don't mix it with soda
'Cause where I'm from we went to war and every kid was a soldier
Grew up with the wrong crowd, box-cutters in

I know, I know, okay, 100% slayin
So let's slay it, fam, okay, okay
Wake up nigga, we here, yeah
Nigga better say hello, I stay mellow

We step

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

the city, for a minute
I done lost count
She say that she miss me
Told me call her when I touch down
She don't wanna admit it
But she still gon link

Ex bitch looking rough like a stray
Big zips coming in by the bag
All this money man my pants gon sag
We gon pull up in a Rari or Jag, aye
Black snap

that Fu shit like Lucious you lying
All my iggys be on lizzie mcguire
Shoe boxes and mattresses where I be stashing it
Stacking it dressed in all black

is you this is me 

(Yo) They say black people do this and white people do that
You can't believe every statement like it's a true fact
Now, now

(Play me some pimpin', man)
Baby
Baby, baby, baby
Oh, baby (baby)
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck

It’s time to draw the line, the line is in the sand 

I take the pledge to never kill another black man 

You wanna war against us then we coming at you.

Boombox

Blueprint

1988

2005

tapes

I got a Panasonic with a set of fifteens
Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin' clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by

dozing, New opp pack I rolled em with doja
New kel-tec, this bitch here will fold ya
Dressed in all black , we sponsored by folgers
Uhh ran it all the way

seme kama kawa mummy told me make some money lenga storry
Mix madwanzi na matothi ganji yangu nikabidhi sidai hadithi
Ju niliacha kuishi filthy yeah

died
(Yeah)
Triple 6 to the grave
Third eye lit up
I can see the end
But I know it's gonna start again
Eh, eh
Mix some henny with the cola
I ain't talkin