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I can’t be dyin again I can’t be dyin ain’t no more love they know im a live again I can’t be starin I kno I ain’t no scrub u know in the back

The Best of Queens (It's Us)

Mobb Deep

The Professional, Pt. 2 [Clean]

2000

Rockaway, A.Q. get attitude

N****z gel on the strength talk s*** when they bent
Mad can't pay they rent f*** em part of my french
Misery love the company

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

like flatscreens
I don’t really f**k wit no boujie hoes
But lately I been into badder things
Lately I been into cashing in

Love the way that it feel

Arizona F*** Da Corona
Im By Myself Cuz I Been A Loner
People Be Hatin N***** Be Joaners
I Am A Label I Am The Owner
Stay Wit Some Gas Call Me A Stoner
My

What's up wit it
Havin too much bread we can't spend all this shit
What's up wit it
Cards took us out the hood and we still gettin' rich
What's up

people off
I feel they coming out for blood
It's not my fault he's trying to f**k
You heard that right
I always know like what is up
I'm standing in

well known but private 
Cant let these folks switch on me, Tryna see who reliant
Matter fact, F**k dem n****s
Never had, Trust for them ones
Even when he

burning yeh

F***** it up wit my girl, had to make that sh*t right
My b**** like me, cant compete wit my wife
Tattoo on ha body, baby got it on ha thigh
I

a drop we buss down with a split 
Keep a k like I’m knick but I’m f*cking with vick 
Say I send a seven six one that’s a split
Two drums on the barrel we

feeling the pain
This just some s**t that you can't picture, Angelo couldn't paint
Still getting tempted by the few can drive a nig'a insane 
They not your

sadder
You can’t f**k with these lames cuz they babbled
To the fedz they go tattle
Trynna get me locked up black berry stay on Chatr
Man I’m Trynna piss

b***hes I’m loaded
I’m touring them guns n it’s loaded
Don’t f**k wit me don’t be chosen
I caught a cold my ice frozen
Diamonds dancing n diamonds bussin

You Ain't Smart

Mase

Double Up [Clean]

1999

about a f***in' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street

Yo, yo
You know a n**** that's sniffin', that's

Oh you don't wanna get it wrong wit me no not tonight dog
That's just how I'm feelin

I can't get a break my heart still hurtin from the last h*e

pace,100k n***a bag race
I like tennis necklesses glass houses by the lake
Chanpange in the phantom they cant stand him let'em hate
Only get one life so f**k

it's to a bag I fuck around and catch the greyhound
From where the biggest gun activity is by a playground
Scenary nice but in the distance you hear K

much people I can't go around
My pops was a dead beat
So f**k it I'll be damned you know I ain't gon be a dead beat
I don't even give a f**k no more he

to make amends
Yeah
Who done gave you the game U Digg
I was f**ked up by my lonely man these pussies dont want me to win
I was prayed up every night these

Love playin wit gun knifes
He tired to run yk he gone d**
I was bending dat block
U can’t u can’t say I’m not
Watch how they run
we they startin hearin

hating - can't f**k wit' them n****s for my name sake 


Hit me on the line - when it's time - and you cool wit' it
Baby kind of fine - I need a sign - I'm

Good on Da Block by myself like a Orphan
He say I’m Hot I’m like F**K that I’m Scorching

BB Jeans on my Pants Yea
Dese New Chanel’s in Advance yea
All

Like f**k yo scene
F**k yo contract
F**k yo team
F**k yo beats and f**k yo call back
We want the ball back
We burning up stages and all that
I’m with

to these bands
Niggas claim that they up there
Walk by these niggas don't care to stare
My shit got some length now bitches WANNA touch on my hair
Can't fuck