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My Hood

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo

What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only

to rhyme tight, beauty in her eyes like
Wanna take her away, mic felon
Take her on a journey, where we going? No tellin'
But I've, been blinded by beauty

life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty

parts Blue Eyes
White Dragon watch it drag on, two sides
Dual lives, watch em duel for the prize
When we don't need to fight
For the truest gift insight

MAMA LITTLE GIRL – Droop Lion
(Andrew Brown & Junior P. Thompson)

Intro
Mama Belly Pain…Dada navel vein
Mama Belly Pain…Dada navel vein…don’t worry

rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F

She so sweet
She so sweet
Cute and vainglorious
Cute little geek
Cute little dimple
On her cute little cheek
Wit' a cute little apartment
On a cute

resentment
In the end paralyzed by the venom
It’s just what I expected yeah cuz nothin ever given
It’s tryna make a livin
It’s stay afloat swimmin
I stay

a star
Enlightened All by your looks
And the person that you are
Admire your will to smile
Sweet like a candy bar
Notice you come from pain
In your eyes i

AND CARLY WALKS
INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES.
SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN?
KID: PRETTY AND SWEET.
SAM: THANK YOU.  NOW THE NEXT TIME…
CARLY INTERUPTS BY

talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by

talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by

Mamolapenga

The 2 Live Crew

Bass Hits from Da Bottom, Vol. 2

católica
No mijito, yo no mamo ninguna pinga

(Verse One: Brother Marquis)
I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana
Down in Cuban town in little Havana
I

I Will Not Apologize

The Roots

Rising Down

2008

don't sweat it
You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx
Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it
Pack an L then I wet it

the radar's gone 
I'd sure like to be found when the plane comes by 
She comes out, settles down by the sign that says "Pay Inside"
"Ride a lion" or a bullet in

She grabbing near my waist oh dam mandingo
I told you bout the name B.M.P was not a little
White lie I came up with talking riddles
Ask me bout

alligator see my arm, he wanna tear it
Curious George from Chicago, he died from gun violence
He was hate crimed down by the local lions
Not gonna take it

This is Lord Vavavayu's warfare

One by one
Gods left the human body
Gods helpless in this situation
Still the human body continued to live

Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could

trill
And The difference Your still 
Over there writing fables

Look at me, look at me
Little southwest boy down by the sea
Make sure you put that cream

Live from the gutter
Live from the street
'Gotta stay hungry so we never go eat
King like I'm Simba
King like a G
Keep it movin' forward
Somethin'

saying
That your arms around me's an accommodation
You opening up? Paradise is waiting
Loading me up like dice with weighting
Fully charged by your fives,

Escape from Robot Island

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

of the woods came more robots by the dozens, 
Daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins? 
Whole robo-families, thirsting for blood.

Niggas always play 'til they wind up in a hospital
Animals flipped you over so it's little that the doctor do
I'm 'bout to lift off like when a rocket