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Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

[Twamp dog]
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up

Or to those ghetto moms on crack
Give them my hats and my CDs
My pumps and my flats, my three TVs!"

"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
But I weep

Mm shit, where the fuck are my pants?
Who, who’s this?
Oh shit, my phone’s about to die

Wake up, wipin’ sleep from my eyes
Hooked by the bluetooth,

Familiarise yourself with the workings of my business
Get the wrong time, you'll be added to the hit list
Jotting down names, check it twice like

and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all

That's two in a day I ain't talking bout Christmas
Shh got slapped got put in my rizlas
Feds turn up eight man in stitches
Shh is a snitch my kitch

$100 Dollar Bill Y'All [From All About the Benjamins]

Ice Cube

Greatest Hits

2001

The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George

thru all the hate
Let alone discriminate
I don't wanna live this life
Where you turn into my wife
I just want you for the time
Speak about you will die

it, uh
And I'ma get this chicken 'til
My clique get sentenced
I need a stash in the wall that whole 90 pies
Word to me, I've been live since '95
Took

Liberty of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Land of the pilgrims pride
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring
Let freedom ring
Let freedom

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I

Pass the Glock

Terror Squad

Terror Squad

1999

where the corners is smoldering hot
My team is known for smokin' the glock
To the hole in your rock
(Terror Squad)

Somebody call the cops
For us

the surface where they surf
This is where I lay it down like a bird givin birth
So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint
Til I'm called back

a saint, could take you where the Lords of live
I pimp walk, voice echoing back this that Grinch talk
High cheek bones up on that bike she look like jigsaw

It was just starting to drizzle as I walked out the door
But I've delivered papers in the rain like that before
Three-thirty in the morning, I was

At the top is where I stay
And tell my haters never go away, the winner

[Verse 3:]
Uhh, ok I do it for the love
Bunk bed flow, always one level above
If I'm

true intruders
Snatching up shitty rappers that's a poopa scoopa
You was brandy tyna be down
Live by the Mississippi tell me how the fuck you see nile

three and a half kids, eatin' apple pie
Work a nine-to-five every day until, hopefully, you happily die
But not I, I've seen my parents try to live that

Sittin in my room pig pen call a friend
Moms bitchin once again loud as hell never ends
Now it smell my need hide weed take heed
Door fly open busted

I Don’t know where this is going
I embrace it though I’m breaking 
Down 
crumbling within these walls of a facade
 
I wear 3 piece suits
Open

with the lime,
Complex mother fucker by design,
Oh yeah you know it’s about that time.
We kicking down the door setting fire to the roof, 
Pouring down

blazed I'm tired of hymns
I live with my sins
Can't lie to the kid
Been fucked up from the shit that I've done
The provocative son
I talk then I stunt

Look gave her a Gucci bag ain't no lie
Now she asking baby where you at
I'm in my time right behind your door
Lemme in I feel enticed, love nobody

to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99

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